The rest of the week was pretty normal. Damien, and his grandmother went home after going to Disneyland. Apparently, his mother checked into rehab after he went missing, and she's been doing pretty well. They talked on the phone, and she promised to visit when she was out.

The FID case against Sanchez was over. The guard was back at the mall, and they changed their protocols and added more guards.

Sherri was arraigned and had a public defender appointed to her. She threw a hissy fit during the arraignment, so the judge ordered her to get a competency hearing. She had been insisting that Damien was really Donald, and he was her son. The doctor was right. The house where they were found was just like the one she had in Ohio. She bought it a year ago and changed the paint and the interior so it would all match. She was really sick.

Marco was out of the hospital and in jail. Now, he wanted a deal.

Bobby's crew got the job done, and they were back on schedule.

The two cronies resigned to avoid getting indicted for their various offenses, and they were on their way to find a new city to torment. Branson hired a high priced lawyer. He really wanted to get Goldman, but he's suspended for chasing a woman into the street causing her to get hit by a car. She refused to testify for his client, and he was trying to make her cooperate.

Pope was schmoozing with the mayor as usual. He hadn't been paying much attention to what LAPD actually did, but he was the first to get it in the papers hat they helped find a missing boy.

Rumor has it that the rest of IA got much nicer to their staff/subordinates once Branson was given the boot. Brenda had a feeling their IA problems were over.

Amy dragged Sue back to the same restaurant. This time, dinner was perfect.

Sharon and Bobby had another date. Bobby hadn't told her, but he was taking her to a beach house that he rented for the weekend. He conspired with Rusty to pack a bag for her with all of her essentials. Brenda helped Bobby pick out wine and plan a menu. They did the food shopping, and she helped him pick out candles, mood music etc. She wanted to get him out of the apartment, so she and Fritz could be alone. She did everything she could to make sure he got this right.

Bobby got to work early and left early. He drove straight to the beach house and cleaned it. He made braised short ribs, chopped the potatoes, so he could mash them, peeled cut the asparagus, and mad a mix for crab cakes. The day before, he and Brenda made truffles. Brenda might have eaten more than she made, but she helped him make some good ones: white chocolate raspberry, chocolate-baileys, toasted coconut and lime. He took Hunter for a walk and put her in the guest room of the house with a water dish.

He took a quick shower, changed into a khaki pants and a blue polo shirt and drove to Sharon's house.

FBI Office

Friday morning, Fritz was reading his book. He really liked the idea of getting a swing, but he didn't see how they could install that into the apartment. He looked up a manufacturer and asked him if there was a way to install it and remove it without the landlord finding out. He said, probably not, but you could probably rent a place with one for a while. "What kind of place?" Fritz asked. "A dungeon." When you make sex swings, you get used to all kinds of questions. "You can rent those?" Fritz had an idea. He knew what he was going to be doing with Brenda on Saturday. He called up a local place. They had a private suite for Saturday night 9PM-9AM. A swing was an extra $25. Fritz gladly agreed to pay it and they had a deal.

The Marina

Andrea's sister was in town. She and her husband were having a party on their yacht, well the one they rented, but pretended they owned. Andrea didn't want to go, but she would never hear the end of it, so she invited Flynn.

The party was dry and boring. Everyone talked about their expense accounts, mergers, acquisitions and occasionally, someone brought up a charity. Andrea always had a scotch in hand. Flynn noticed a group of women who kept hiding in this one room. They would come back with bigger pupils and would giggle. He guessed this was a coke party. His arms slipped around Andrea's waist. "Come to the deck with me?"

She leaned into his chest. "I'm sorry, I dragged you here. You must be miserable."

"I like it."

"Really? Why?"

"I'm with you. We could be here, jail, a ditch in the desert. Doesn't matter."

"Really?" She was beaming.

"Yeah," He rested his head on the curve between her neck and her shoulder. "Now, let's have some fun," he whispered.

They snuck into the secret room and locked the door. Flynn took Andrea's hands and put them on the wall. He stood behind her and began to push up her dress and push her panties out of the way. It wasn't long before he was inside her. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but it was quite a challenge. Flynn wanted to be able to embrace her. He pulled out, spun her around, picked her up and went back inside, her back on the wall, his head on her neck. She wrapped her arms around his back, and he began to thrust again. They kissed and moaned into each other as they enjoyed themselves.

The girls came back for another bump up. To their chagrin, the room was in use. They waited and waited, but they were not going to get in anytime soon. They left and went to the bar.

Another couple also thought they could get in the room for some private time, but they were unsuccessful.

Andrea's brother in law came to figure out what all of the hullabaloo was with this little room. He waited and waited.

"Oh God! Oh God! Flynn." Andrea was pressed up against his ear. The scotch made her very relaxed and Flynn's prowess made her very excited. The contrast was driving her crazy. She started to cum, and he soon followed. Flynn threw away the evidence in the trash. They left the room, almost knocking over Andrea's brother-in-law.

"What were you doing in there?" His arms were folded across his chest.

"Enjoying the view," she seethed as she took Flynn up to the top.

Andrea's sister spotted them and started introducing them to various people "Andrea, you remember Jamie..." Andrea didn't remember any of these people. They all looked the same to her. She smiled and shook hands and said of course.

Street Corner

Eliza took Gabriel to a random street, blindfolded. "You can take it off now."

"You brought me to a street corner. Is my surprise a girl named Bubbles?"

"David!" she gently punched his arms.

"It's not a man named Bubbles," he ribbed her.

"No, look."

Gabriel looked at the wall. The artist from the church was back with a new work. "It's him. He's back."

Gabriel was excited. He never knew he could like graffiti so much. They went exploring the neighborhood. There were all kinds of art. Some depicted feuds from the past. Some were feuds between the artists. Some were one shot deals. Others evolved over time. Some people painted to bridge existing art into one continuum.

Eliza liked that art touched him so much. She slipped her arms around his waist and leaned on him. He pulled her towards his chest, as he took in the scene. They toured the neighborhood, turning random street corners into their own gallery.

Brenda was snooping in Fritz's closet, taking a peek at the toys he had used on her earlier. She wanted this weekend to be lots of fun. She found the store where Fritz had been and looked around. She saw a leather corset that she had to have. She also saw this weird looking jewelry. It was just a string of beads, No way to connect it?

"Can I help you?" A woman appeared, long black hair, tattoos all over her arm. She fit right in.

"I don't know what I want."

"Do you know what you like?"

Brenda blushed. "I like being tied up." I can't believe I just said that.

"So you're a sub?"

"A what?"

"Never mind." She grabbed a basket and starting throwing in toys. "Some beads, a harness, a ball-gag, and a dildo with a long stick."

Brenda looked confused by that one.

"Trust me, it will come in handy."

Brenda took the stuff and left. She went home and put them alongside the items Fritz already bought.

For tonight, she planned on dinner in a little bistro. Afterwards, who knows?

Sharon's house.

Sharon put on a sundress and a light sweater. She wished Bobby had said where they were actually going. He just said dress comfortably and he'd pick her up at 6:30. Rusty grabbed the bag he had packed for her and brought it around to the car. He slipped it into the trunk. Bobby had his truck this time. He took a lot of stuff to the beach house and needed the space.

He rang the doorbell. Sharon came to greet him. "Hey, Bobby."

He swiftly kissed her and wrapped his arms around her. "You look marvelous."

She smiled. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see. See you later Rusty." Bobby called out.

Rusty was glad they were going. Kyle was coming over at 8.

Bobby drove Sharon to the beach house. She thought it was a restaurant. Some of the old beach houses have been converted into bistros. He took her around the back where she saw a beautifully set table outside, flowers and a beautiful sun that was going to set.

"What is this?"

"It's for us. I rented it for the weekend."

"The weekend, but I didn't bring..."

"Rusty packed you a bag."

"That little devil. I was wondering why I couldn't find any of my stuff."

"Sorry." He smiled. "Please be seated. Dinner will be here shortly." Bobby went inside. He put the potatoes in boiling water and preheated the stove to warm up the ribs. He poured two glasses of wine and brought them out. He handed Sharon her glass and he sat down with her. They toasted and drank. She was still in awe that he did all this. "You haven't seen nothing yet." He went back to the kitchen, seared the crab cakes in butter. He let them rest, and he strained the potatoes. He served the crab cakes with some fresh greens on the side and an aoili sauce. He then quickly returned to the kitchen so he could put some milk, butter, chives, garlic salt and pepper in with the potatoes. He heated them all together and returned to eat with Sharon.

They watched the sunset. She told him about her crazy week at work, the stabbing, the missing boy, the harassment suit. "You interrogated the knuckleheads?"

"Yeah. They probably wouldn't have agreed to talk to me if they knew I was your lady." They laughed about the silliness of the whole event, and Bobby stole a kiss before he went to the kitchen. He quickly seared the asparagus in olive oil, added some salt and pepper and some sliced almonds to toast.. He mashed the potatoes. He refilled the wine and then came back with two beautifully plated dinners. He had been watching the food network.

"This is amazing." She took a big bite of the short rib. "Oh that's fantastic."

"A man ought to know his meat."

"This is divine." They ate and Bobby told Sharon about his work week. He told her his side of the fight.

Sharon shook her head. How did these clowns get jobs as officers?

Bobby cleared the table. Sharon tried to help, but he insisted. He returned with the last of the wine. They watched the moon rise and heard Hunter barking.

"Oh boy I'll be back."

He brought his dog?

Hunter ran out the door and sat down on the deck. She watched the moon intently.

Bobby washed his hands and returned to the table. "Brenda said I had to take her with me."

Sharon laughed.

Bobby returned with Irish coffees and dessert.

"These truffles are to die for." Sharon was in heaven. This guy was amazing. If she could eat like this, she might have to keep him.

He watched her lips as the wrapped around the sweet goodness. He had plenty of plans for that mouth. Tonight, she was all his.

Sharon's House

Rusty and Kyle ate pizza and played video games. Rusty didn't have a console, so Kyle brought his PS3. They played melee over and over again.

"Your toast Kyle."

"That's what you said last time."

After a few rounds, they went to Rusty's room. Rusty went to hang up his jacket. He didn't even remember the dime bag that fell out of his pocket.

"Where'd you get this?"

"Oh! A long story. Some teens in this abandoned lot."

Kyle didn't ask any further. He smelled it. "Not the best product, but it's pretty decent. $20"

"I paid $10."

"Mmmh!" Kyle ground it up and rolled it into a joint.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"If Sharon finds out..."

"She's not here."

"She has a nose."

"We'll go to my car. Chill."

Rusty didn't know if this was a good idea, but he didn't want to seem like a dweeb.

They went to Kyle's car and they stayed it the parking lot.

"You want to stay here?"

"You want to drive. Fine"

Kyle cracked the window and started the car. He drove to a dirt road by an abandoned building. He closed the window and lit the grass. He took a puff and slowly exhaled it. He took another puff and passed it to Rusty. Kyle leaned back, not really watching anything. Rusty took a hit.. He just coughed it out. "There's water in the backseat." Kyle told him, taking the joint back. Rusty drank it. That wasn't his idea of fun.

Kyle took another hit. You have to relax. The THC acted quickly. Rusty felt a little more calm. Kyle returned the joint. Rusty tried it again. This time, it wasn't so bad. A few minutes later and it was all gone. Kyle threw the last bit out the car.

"This car reeks," Rusty told him.

Kyle took out a baby air purifier. It plugged into the cigarette lighter of the car. Kyle turned on the car and drove around for a while. Rusty hadn't thought of the logistics of leaving the house. He didn't think Kyle should be driving high. Kyle was surprisingly attentive. He drove at a normal speed, obeyed the traffic rules and pulled into the driveway.

"If Sharon smells my clothes..."

"Let's do laundry worry, wort."

They threw their clothes in the hamper, which all went into the washer machine right away. Kyle grabbed Rusty and pulled him into the shower. The hot water hit them, stunning Rusty. Kyle covered him in soap and washed him from head to toe. Rusty liked the attention he was getting. He closed his eyes and enjoyed Kyle's work. Kyle led him out of the shower, and his bedroom. Rusty lied down, ready to just chill. Maybe, he wanted more pizza.

Kyle had different plans. He straddled Rusty's chest, offering him his dick. Rusty began sucking. Kyle thrusted vigorously. Weed had a way of amping up his sex drive. Rusty was in for a long night.

It wasn't long until Kyle was spent, and Rusty had him on all fours. He mounted him from behind and got to work. They spent the next hour in bed, taking turns sucking and fucking. Kyle looked like a big, tough wrestler, but he was really just a big bottom. Rusty could get used to this, but first he wanted pizza.

Brenda and Fritz enjoyed their dinner. There was a couple's special, and they split an oyster platter and a cheese plate. They were ready to go home. Brenda had a lot of wine. It inspired a devilish idea in her. "Let's go around the back." There was an empty alley back there.

"Why here?" He asked.

Brenda knelt down on Fritz's feet and unzipped his pants.

"Brenda, the staff throws out their trash here. They could come out any minute."

She ignored her husband's concerns and began to suck him. She worked quickly, her mouth engulfing him, and her throat making his little head twitch about. She cupped his balls in her hands and began to rub them. She massaged them gently as she bobbed up and down. Fritz was losing it, weak at the knees, eager to cum. He grabbed her head and began to fuck her face. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OHHHHH". He shot his load deep in her throat. She smiled. They just made it around the corner when the trash was thrown out. The waiter had watched the whole encounter. What a lucky bastard? he thought as he returned to work.

Andrea's House

After the party, Andrea's sister wanted them to come to the after party. Andrea lied, saying Flynn had to work on Saturday, and they left. They barely made it in the house before they were resuming their little room activities. They got naked right away and Flynn took her on the floor in the middle of the living room, she was on her back and he was kneeling in front of her. Miles Davis played in the background. The music was slow and easy going, but they were going fast and rough. Andrea screamed and begged for more. She had a lot of Scotch, and the alcohol was going to keep her up for a while.

Flynn tried to get them upstairs but they just ended up on the staircase. Andrea lied on her stomach on the flat portion where the stairs turned, ass in plain view. Flynn got behind her and began to fuck her wildly. She yelled and cursed as he drove into her. They did it again in the hallway, before she Flynn finally got her to a bed.

"Maybe we should just move the bed to the living room," he joked. Flynn lied down. Andrea got ready and began to ride him. She began bucking wildly, thrashing and grinding hard. Flynn grabbed her hips and began to meet her thrusts. They pounded aggressively until she started cumming like a volcano, all over everything. She collapsed on the bed. He was still hard. He stroked his member until he shot his load all over her.

They lay there, side by side, out of breath.

The Beach House

Bobby and Sharon took Hunter for a walk on the beach. She ran and played and jumped in and out of the water. The two humans enjoyed the stars, and the fresh, salty air. They brought a tired Hunter back in the house, so she could sleep.

"This is amazing," Sharon told Bobby.

"I wanted it to be perfect for you." He kissed her gently. He swiftly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

He made quick work of her dress. She wore see through underwear, causing him to spring upwards. "I'm glad you like it." She rubbed his hardened cock through his pants.

He got naked and wrapped his arms around Sharon. They kissed passionately. They rolled around for position and Bobby let her pin him. He liked being able to admire her body. He got her bra off and burrowed in between her breasts.

She growled as he interrogated her nipples with his tongue and teeth. He tore her panties off and pulled her forward, so she was straddling his face. He pulled her down and began to devour her.

She had never been in this position before and didn't know how to balance herself. She braced herself on the headboard as his tongue reclaimed her wet folds. He used his fingers to get her close to the edge and then he stopped. "Turn around." He went right back to her pussy, this time, licking her from behind. Sharon was able to reach his manhood and took him into her mouth. He was big and salty and she bobbed her head up and down as he groped her ass and ate her out. He got her close to the edge and used his fingers to finish her off. She started cumming wildly, yelling and screaming as he fingered her. He kept going, she kept cumming, orgasm after orgasm until she finally gave out. She had at least four.

His cock was waiting for her. She resumed sucking and stroking him. He leaned back for a minute to enjoy his work. He looked at her and knew how he wanted this to end. Once he got close, he had her kneel on the floor in front of him. "Close your eyes and open your mouth." He began to stroke himself. The first shot went down her throat, the next on her tongue, the rest all over her face. "Perfect."

He picked her up and put her right back in the bed. He needed some time before he was ready to fuck. He began kissing her neck and shoulders. She moaned as she enjoyed the attention. It wasn't long before he got her lying down on the bed. This time, he started rimming her. He went without warning, a hot tongue began exploring her hole, somewhere no tongue had been before. She gasped as Bobby pushed her cheeks apart, giving himself more room to work. The sensations were intense. Her face was sweating, her hair totally disheveled. When she had enough, Bobby brought her to her hands and knees and plunged into her pussy.

"AWWWW!" She yelled as he began to pound her. He had his hands on her hips. He loved the feeling of her ass slamming into him. He wanted her to cum, hard, over and over again. Nothing got his ego going more, and he had plenty of ego.

She felt vulnerable when she was on all fours. She couldn't see him, could barely touch him. He had all of the control, and she was completely exposed, but it felt amazing. Her pussy felt like it was enslaved to him. Everything he did made her crazy: every lick, every touch, every thrust. All she could do was beg for more. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He loved hearing her beg. His thrusts became more deliberate. He switched between slow deep thrusts and hard shallower ones. As her voice got louder, he started going harder and harder. He wanted the perfect angle. He took her arms and pinned them behind her back. Her chest hit the bed and her ass was in the air. He repositioned himself just right and he began to fuck her violently. She screamed into the pillow as she came like a geyser.

He was still hard, and he was just getting started. He rolled her onto her back, wrapped his arms around her body, kissed her roughly and went back to fucking. She started cumming for him again. Her heart was racing, and it felt like it was growing in her chest.

They took a break. They got some water, and he suggested a shower. The nice hot water was refreshing. Sharon began to lather Bobby's body. She took her chance to kiss and touch him. He had a magnificent physique. As much time as they had spent together naked, she rarely got the chance to admire it. It wasn't long before he was hard again. They went back to the bedroom. Sharon mounted Bobby. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she rode him. She took it slow and easy. Bobby let her play. He wanted her to enjoy herself. He also loved the show.

She began to play with her nipples as she rode him. Bobby loved watching her hands caressing her breasts. Eventually, Sharon's hands made it to her clit. She played with it until she was ready to lose it. She closed her eyes and had a gentle, easy-going orgasm.

Bobby had an idea. He stood up and picked up Sharon's hips. He pushed into her, she had to brace her hands on the bed. He fucked her standing up. The middle of her body was in mid-air. She yelled and cursed as he plowed away at her. Bobby was very strong, he could support her easily. Sharon was light headed. This was incredible. When she had enough, he set her down on the bed. He was facing away from her, his legs on either side of her hips as he penetrated her backwards. She was on her back and had a perfect view of his ass as he pounded her. They only stayed in this position for a couple of minutes. It wasn't the easiest to maintain. He flipped over and straddled her hips. He began to ride her, thrusting in and out of her quickly.

She liked being able to face him, and she liked the variety. She kissed him, and he began massaging her breasts. It wasn't long before he came in her. "I want more," he hissed in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.

How could he keep going? She was ready to pass out. He leaned in for a kiss and they started making out. Their hands exploring each others bodies. "I want your ass," he told her.

"What?"

"I want to fuck you in the ass." He inserted two fingers into her wetness. "You're getting wet just hearing about aren't you."

"Ugh!" she groaned. He began fingering her and she moaned and howled for hit. Somehow, her clit wanted more. She wasn't sure if she could take it without losing her mind. She slumped forward. Bobby took out the lube and applied it liberally to her hole. He started with one finger, then two. He went She slowly opened up for him. Her body liked it very much. When her hips started to buck, Bobby went for the third finger.

"Fuck me!" Did I just say that out loud?

Bobby covered his dick with lube and began to slowly press himself into her.

"AAHHHHH!" she screamed as he slowly made his way inside of her. He paused midway, waiting for her to relax. "It's okay," he whispered into his ear. "Relax for me."

His voice was enough to ease her mind and her body became more forgiving. He kissed her shoulders and went the rest of the way in. His movements were small and slow and first. He kissed her cheek and her throat. He slowly increased his speed, like a staircase. He waited for her to to relax and then he went for a little more. Sharon grabbed him and kissed him deeply, her tongue violently clashing with his. She began bitting and scratching him.

He loved her aggression. He began to thrust harder and harder. He reached for the drawer and pulled out her vibrator. He began to use it on her. He wanted her to cum when he did, and he got the timing just right. She collapsed onto the bed, not moving or speaking.

"Did you like it."

She groaned but then she smiled and kissed him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

They lay for a while. Sharon couldn't believe she had just done that.

She got up to get some water. Her ass was sore, but she enjoyed it. I think he's turned me into a whore. She got back into bed. Bobby was getting hard yet again. One More Time

"You have a beautiful ass," he told her as he squeezed her cheeks. "It's perfect." He slipped a finger into her pussy and stroked her g-spot

"AWWW!" she screamed out. "God!" He smiled. His fingers made quick work of her. He got her really horny in less than a minute. Then, he stopped.

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Fuck me!"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"You know I do. I need it."

"You need my cock."

"Yes, you insufferable bastard. I need your cock. Fuck me"

He smiled. He put on some more lube, and he went right back for her ass.

"AWW FUCK!" as he slipped back into her.

"I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you," he hissed. He did just that. He pounded her ass doggie style as she screamed and shouted. His hands gripped her shoulders as he fucked her harder and harder. She screamed for it, begging for more. She needed to cum. He found a dildo in the drawer and he began to fuck her pussy with it. Having two holes at once was driving Sharon wild with lust. She was bucking against both of them, wanting to be filled at all times. She could feel them working against each other, battling for control of her body. She was ready to burst. She started cumming hard. He kept fucking her. He rolled onto his back, and she rode him. He put the dildo aside and went back to the vibrator. She came almost instantly, screaming loudly the whole time. He held it to her clit, keeping her going until she shoved his hand away. He went back to her hands and knees and pounded her, until they both came one more time. "AHH AHHHHH!" She collapsed on the bed. She was out cold.

He smiled. He actually fucked the daylights out of her. She came too after about a minute, totally dazed, her clit had never been so sore, her insides were exhausted. She was covered in sweat, cum dripping out of her. She looked amazing. Bobby was very satisfied with his work. He wrapped his arms around Sharon, and they fell asleep.

Brenda and Fritz

Fritz took it easy on Brenda that night. He was going for it all tomorrow and he wanted her to have plenty of energy. They went slow and easy, missionary style that night. They made out and cuddled afterwards, and she fell asleep, pressed against his chest.

Sharon's house. Rusty actually liked being high. He didn't like the smoking part, but he felt really good. "Do you have any more?" He asked Kyle.

"Dick? I got plenty."

"I meant weed."

"I can get it." Kyle made a phone call. Rusty ate more pizza.

Kyle hung up the phone. "He'll be here in 30 minutes."

"That fast?"

"He doesn't live far away."

Rusty and Kyle played games. Kyle answered the door.

A young man came in, maybe 22. He was tall, with a swimmer's build. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. "I hear you would like goodies."

"He opened his bag. One was called purple kush, another sativa's dream. He also had brownies."

"Could we get the brownies?"

"Sure, but they take a while. We should eat them tomorrow."

"They're $5 the guy said."

Kyle looked at the grass. "The Sativa has great tricomes."

"What's a tricome?"

"It's these fuzzy plant hairs on the weed. It has a lot of THC."

"Oh! That one's purple. Almost all purple."

"Yeah. Took a while to track this one down."

Kyle smelled them both. "Which one do you want Rusty?"

"What's the difference?"

"This one is more of a head high," Kyle said holding the Sativa.

"The other one's more of a body high."

"Body high!"

"Alright. Can I get a quarter of the kush and an 1/8 of the sativa? Also 4 brownies."

"If you just get a ΒΌ of each it's a better deal."

"All right."

"$120."

Rusty was stunned. It was a lot of dough. "I got it." Kyle handed the guy six $20 bills.

"You have plans for the night."

"Not really."

"Wanna grab a smoke." Kyle put their purchase in Rusty's room and took out a little bit of the kush.

The three went out again. The guy brought his bong. It was easier to smoke out of, less harsh. They drove to an empty park. Kyle let down the back seats to make more room.

They took some hits. Rusty was cracking up. Kyle was making stupid faces and the guy was packing the bowls.

"I don't think I can drive right now," Kyle admitted.

"What are we going to do now?" The blonde asked.

Rusty went to sit up and accidentally grazed him. He definitely had an erection. "I can think of something." Rusty unzipped the guys pants, spit on his dick, and started to stroke him.

"What the, oh! Yeah." The blonde grabbed Rusty's head and pushed it down. Rusty sucked him readily. He got Rusty's pants and began to stroke him. The three boys got naked. They started off sucking each other. It didn't take long before they had Kyle in an Eiffel Tower. They took turns pounding him. They got into a daisy chain. Kyle first, Rusty second, the blonde on top. They all collapsed in the back.

"We should have brought the pizza!"

Kyle got dressed and drove back. He came down enough to see straight, and he got them to the house unscathed. They got inside. They are more food. The blonde headed out.

"We should get a bong."

"One step at a time, Rusty."

They cleaned up the living room, hid the contraband and went to sleep.