I pulled back my top comforter and lay down, as I threw the covers back for him. He climbed right in on his father's side and we started to chat a lit...tle. As the storm kept rumbling, we moved a little closer to each other in the bed. As we chatted about several things, we finally started to doze off to sleep. At least I did. During the next few hours I had thrown the big comforter off me and had just the sheet over me as I barely opened my eyes, not wanting to wake him. But I was in for a. She was a pretty cute girl, he realized. That impish little grin of hers was captivating. If her mother was any indication, she’d grow into a very pretty woman. She was also smarter, funnier and more interesting to just talk with than any girl he had ever gone out with. He would find out later that she was unquestionably the best dancer he had ever danced with. It was during one of those classic, romantic slow dance numbers of the era, ‘I’m So Close to Cathy’ that he realized she felt very. I untied her and she reached up gave me a big kiss and whispered thank you into my ear. She lay back down on the table and motioned for everybody to dive in. She was attacked from all sides at once. During the course of the next couple hours, the four of them took turns fucking her in every imaginable position. They used her wet pussy like it was their first time, when one would pull out, another would take his place. They fucked her mouth so often, a few times she had two cocks in her mouth to. Perhaps that’s why guys hate locker rooms so much. I think most guys believe they’re at least average size, if not bigger. They don’t want to find out otherwise by comparing it in a locker room. That grin on his face, when he called me “big boy”, could have been a reference to my shriveled up dick. It was embarrassing. He was lying face down on the table, his arms down at his sides. “Warm up the oil in your hands before putting it on me, please,” he said. I picked up the bottle and poured a.