you continue to prowl

You feel that right now there are too many in the room. You need them to split up so you can take them separately then you can take them all at once. Your pussy drips as you think of the ensuing orgy. You walk quietly away.

You hear a soft sigh coming from a room. You enter and see the shotgun teen. You quietly close the door behind you.

"Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for all your help." You say, the teen nods. "You seem so young to have to face all of this, how old are you anyway?" you try to act nonchalantly.

"18" he speaks for the first time. His voice is quite pleasant and still a little high.

"Really?" you have a hard time believing him especially because your senses tell you he is a virgin.

"People are always giving me crap, because of how young I look but all that grief has just made me stronger." He sounds tired but you know what will pep him up.