"I'm in charge here, Stephen. You are both going to do as you are told."Stephen didn't say anything. He just looked, panicked, at John, who glared bac...k. Finally, he nodded."Good, pussy. I want you to go upstairs, and get the lube your slutty little wife keeps in that drawer of yours, and get back down here. Get out of your fancy little office clothes. Don't be wearing anything when you are back. Understood?"But Stephen still didn't say anything. He just sat there on the floor for a. As I was ready to get in, the man, very politely, asked if he could hitch a ride. At first, I was a bit hesitant, but after he told me about himself returning to his hometown for some business, he seemed quite safe and I could use some company. We started out talking about our lives and hardships and our present situation. He mentioned he had no transportation to get around outside of his present residence. He kept on saying how thankful he was that I gave him a lift. One thing I did notice was. Go inside or something I tried reasoning in my baked state. Good idea Faith laughed and struggled to her feet pulling me up with her. I led Faith inside knowing full well where this was going. Once inside Faith pulled me close to her and started tonguing my mouth hard, I was all but beginning to melt. Damn this girl could kiss. She defltly undid my bikini top and I felt her hands go to my breasts. She knew what she wanted and was clearly no stranger. You stink like beer, lets go have a shower ,. I pull out and park in the grocery lot to pick up bread, peanut butter and walk to towards the deli for the cold cuts. As I make a choice and reach to pick the pack, I crash my elbow with his. “Sorry...” we both say at the same time, turning to each other. It's him. He laughs a bit nervously. He really is cute; I can see his hazel grey eyes in the florescent light of the supermarket. He is grabbing a pack of milk and a carton of eggs.“Oh! out for some breakfast food” he charms. I really do not.