Where she had all but climbed, he merely seemed to step, swinging into his seat, then sat there facing her with that same yellow grin."What do you wan...t?" she asked figuring this guy for a blowjob. "At least he smells clean," she considered thinking to herself."A blowjob," he answered a bit nervously. Cat almost smiled. She had seen it in his eyes."That'll cost you more than just a pack," she ventured.He shook his head no."For a pack, you can feel my tits." You don't have any."Cat ignored his. ” As you wish, Angel.”I felt the head of his cock tease my entrance for a moment or two before he pushed his way in, inch by throbbing inch. He didn’t stop until he was embedded in me. I was so turned on and so close to cumming that I knew a few strokes would be enough to send me over the edge. Mal sensed this too and held himself steady in me while his fingers found my clit and he rubbed it hard.“Cum now,” he commanded, holding his fingers tight against me as I erupted around his cock. His. Jeff." Briefly, I filled him in on the conversation.To my amazement, he chuckled. "Kids." He stepped into the kitchen. "He'll get over it. They both will."I considered my coffee cup. "I don't know. They were pretty upset."Mike reappeared in the doorway. Behind him, I could hear water running. "They'll be fine. You'll be fine. Trust me."I drained my coffee and studied the bottom of the mug, as if I might find answers there, written in tea leaves. "I hope you're right."I didn't really feel like. In fact, the strong grip was practically crushing his hand.Alan looked into the face of the boy who'd helped him up and realized he didn't know the person's name. But from the boy's appearance - he looked like a young Marine, complete with blond buzz cut - his grip, and his crowing and malicious smile, Alan could tell he wasn't amongst friends. That feeling grew stronger as the other football players came down the stairs and surrounded him."Nasty fall," the football player squeezing Alan's hand.