Fed by the NFL gang-5

“There’s not much here,” I said. “Didn’t you stock it?”

“Sorry, Tom,” said Jamal. “We only arrived a little before you did. There’s a place in town which should be open.”

“Tom will go, Jamal,” Eve assured us. “The rest of us need to take it easy!”

I had no choice but to dress and go for provisions. I had to pull my pants over my boner, which would not go down. It felt sensitive to the fabric. I left them in the living room, talking like old friends, and headed for the store. It took me about 15 minutes to find the place. It was closed. I asked at a gas station was directed to the next town, almost ten miles away. Riding in the car, I felt excited yet frustrated by what had happened. Why was Eve making things hard for me?

I reached the town and finally found the place. Fortunately, I got what we needed: beer, white wine, sandwiches, and loads of chips. The salesgirl gave me a strange look as I left. Could have been the boner in my pants.

When I returned to the condo, I heard Eve moaning from the bedroom. She was in there with Python. The others were lounging around, glad for more beer. They had decided to fuck her again, one at time. The second go would allow each one to take his time and give her the full treatment.