It was just Moe and his memories. The light of day didn’t make the reminiscing any easier. Moe did the whole circle around the house, pausing for a... brief slant at the spot that bore his thumbprint. The bloodstain had turned brown like a cartoon mud puddle – flat and depthless – on pale cement. Moe flinched at the memory of the hot blade slicing into his gut. Not seeing it coming still rankled. Pure gut sense and a keen eye had always kept him alive and healthy. Moe worried that maybe he was. A number of the girls had brought videos and we spent thenight watching movies, gabbing, eating pizza, popcorn and just having agood time being in each others company. A couple of the girls had sneakedin some wine and vodka and as the evening went by we emptied all thebottles. By midnight most of the girls had changed into their PJs, I waswearing just an oversized shirt that came down to my knees with nothingunderneath. That was how I slept at home and was very comfortable in it. . As she pulled down the zipper I noticed a lot of skin showing. Here it’s about 60 degrees and this girl is only wearing a cut off wife beater t-shirt! She drops the jacket on the ground and starts to take off her jeans. All I see is skin, no panties at all! Then she kicks her shoes off and steps out of her pants, pulls the shirt over her head and just stares at me. She has small b sized tits with rock hard nipples sticking out almost a half inch. Her pussy is totally bare and I can barely see. She nodded her head, just as I thought."How many times you dirty slut?"She replied telling me she had only had sex once. I knew this meant her pussy would be tighter, I'm sure she felt my dick twinge on her panties. I instructed her to get down and suck my dick like a little whore. She started crying and tried to struggle again. I grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her head straight down. I ordered her to Strip my trousers and to suck my cock. She hesitated for a second but then took down.