Not even if he was into boys. We first met at a birthday party of my “long time, no see” friend that I was seeing basically only during those annu...al house parties back in my hometown.I always wanted to make a good impression of myself, so apart from a present for the host I’ve brought two big bottles of cherry vodka. After a few shots to catch-up I was in my party mood, so as the others.Sitting at the kitchen table there was him, 20-year old (a bit younger than me), handsome blond boy with cute. I was quickly bent over the counter with Mike’s large black cock thrusting into my sopping wet pussy. Don & Jim got in front of me so I could enjoy licking and sucking on their waiting cocks. I was so excited that I immediately came, started screaming, and squirted on the kitchen floor. This really excited the guys. They wanted to experience more, so we decided we MUST move on to the bedroom. Now was the time for some serious action. Both Mike and Don had said they wanted to fuck my ass. We all. Covering them upwould have been a crime, and I was only interested in committing one crime thatnight. I pushed her onto her back, kneeled betweenher legs and forced them apart, then swabbed my fingers in the pot of VaselineI bought with me and jammed them into her barely-haired pussy. She moanedlouder, not the turned-on moan that fakers would like to believe secret littlesluts make when rapists penetrate them, but a moan of pain, of humiliation, ofdisgust with herself and what had become of. I watched her only 15 minutes ago. She has put on a new colour of nail varnish this morning. Gives you an excuse to take her hand and admire it, doesn't it?"Once again I was alone in my car. Phew. He would have to stop popping up while I was driving. I had absolutely no recollection of my driving the last ten miles!To a certain degree it was a bit of an overkill, when my father had called Henny 'my secretary'. I should have loved to be in a position, which would have entitled me to a full.