I slipped the large T-shirt, one of theirs that I slept in, over my head and turned back to face him. "Gary called you, didn't he?" Yeah. He said that... you had seen him and knew what we were doing. He was worried you might say something to Mom or Dad."While he was talking, I turned off the light leaving the room in semi-darkness with just the nightlight on in the adjoining bath. It gave us enough light. I chuckled and sat down beside him. Jerry was in his jockey briefs, but we were used to see. The pain was so intense that I could not help but whimper as Ronald satisfied his lust. With long deep strokes Ronald screwed me great passion whispering 'yeah, this is good and tight, don't fight it, push it back to me,' I tried to do as he asked. His feet was keeping my legs from closing, He reached between us and pulled apart my buttocks and lunged deeper into me. I tried to loop my feet around his legs to keep him from pushing more of his man meat in my butt, this only aroused him more.. Angie was an ex of his we'd run into the night before at the dive bar he'd insisted on "just stopping by" when we were out with his brother, a little visit for "old times' sake." Aw, honey, we'll just be there for one drink, just a couple of minutes, blah blah. Yeah, sure. We ended up there for nearly three hours. A heavily made-up blond with a tank top way too small for her D-cup breasts -- bra-less, naturally -- had immediately bounced over to us and, completely ignoring my existence (and my. Right, babe?”“Right. Yes, definitely. I’ve been looking forward to it.” In fact she had no idea what anyone was talking about, but she didn’t want to reveal her ignorance. She took a long drink of wine for an excuse to break eye contact, and found the taste bitter. It was hot in here with so many people, and too many eyes were on her. She’d expected attention, but this didn’t feel right. Before anyone could say more they were approached by Monica Selwyn, the town’s matronly woman pastor. “Why.