We filled our water bottles and went back to the bedroom and lay down facing each other on the pallet.I said, "I think we need to stay hidden for all ...of today and tomorrow. We can search through the backyards in other houses for more food. I'm worried. We know there are two groups. The black shirts are definite bad guys. I'm not sure about Graciana's group. They seem just as prone to violence from what we have seen. I don't want to get us caught in a crossfire. One thing Graciana said is. Leaning forward he took my cock in his fist and began pulling my foreskin slowly back and forth, lowering his face until the tip of my cock head brushed against his lips. Gently he squeezed my balls with his other hand and guided my cock head all the way in his mouth, running his tongue around the rim he began sucking lightly. Just as I thought I was cumming he stopped, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and again I felt the head of his cock against my now willing hole.“Ummm....., Oooh...yes. Voice 1: "I can't believed it worked"Voice 2: "I know!"Voice 1: "Whodda thought nickin' some k**s phone and texting a random person, would lead us to such a sweet little fuck tool"As their conversation continued, I began to cry, they must of heard me and so they wandered in. Both were middle aged, nearly bald, one slightly taller than the other and both were in nothing but boxer shorts. They smiled as I continued to sob, when suddenly *WHACK* I was slapped silly. This made me stop crying for. Thingy”, she stammered, I looked down and all apologetic said, “Oh I am so sorry” not that I was for a minute and did the button up but the fact I was busted had an effect and I could feel the blood rushing south.Emily, now sort of fully dressed was sitting on the sunbed, legs crossed as I motioned Jean to sit opposite me and we sat and sparked up another joint and passed it around, Jean coughed, “Damn, that’s strong” she said laughing, I looked down at Emily busy taking a hit sitting.