..... no answer. 3 more hours went by, still no contact with her. It was 5am and she still didn't come back. Finally around 7am I heard a car pull up ...in front of the house. It was just getting light outside and she climbed out of the car butt naked. Her clothes and shoes were gone. The driver gave several long blasts of his horn, presumably to let all my neighbors look out to see my girlfriend stagger naked into my house. She was a mess.She was covered in cum. All over her face, one of her eyes. I remember feeling uncomfortable at that point, not because I didn’t know what they were going to do, but because my cock was still hard and I didn’t want them to see that and laugh at me. They told me they were going to get something out of the fridge and they’d be back in a second and they passed a magazine through the box hole and said, “Here this will keep you from getting bored.” Of course it was one of the gay magazines. So there I stood, alone in this closed box, naked, and checking. Kate never did like doing anything of that nature because she considered it a complete waste of her valuable time. I understood that was one side of her nature that would never change even though she was overly generous in almost every other area including the dispensing of physical pleasures.I discovered that the rumor was making the rounds that I was already resting peaceably up in “Boot Hill” and my sudden appearance on the streets was a mite discouraging to a number of mean-spirited yahoos. “You taste good, don't you?” and I replied with a soft nod and kept licking and sucking. You started to take off your pants with the other hand and pulled them down, revealing a hard cock which I eagerly wanted instead of the fingers in my mouth. “Want this instead?” you asked teasingly and I nodded. You removed your fingers and grabbed my hair again and pushed me closer to your cock and you grabbed it and pushed it inside my open and waiting mouth. I started to suck your cock hard and just.