The next morning on my 3rd cup of coffee I asked her if she had any belongings. That’s when I got the story of how she had arrived at my doorstep.Or...haned early on, she was taken in by an aunt. Her uncle began using her at puberty but got her the implant first and renewed it too so he could keep screwing her. She liked it a lot. When her aunt caught them she was kicked out. She’d been doing what we call “couch-surfing” for about a year, trading pussy for food and lodging. She enjoyed the fuckee. ‘You want all night?’ I was startled. What was I supposed to say? I had my middle finger knuckle deep in a very warm, wet and tight pussy. Her hand had grasped my cock, and she was making little pumping motions with it. ‘Of course.’ I answered. She wrinkled her nose. ‘Yes.’ I said. She smiled and pulled my cock toward her wet slit. I realized that she wasn’t quite as innocent as I thought. I moved over her as she led my cock to her wet slit. I felt her rub the head up and down, coating it with. His fingers draw different patterns and swirls on my thighs. I pull off his shirt with fervent desire. He smiles at how desperate I can get. He lifts my dress up over my head and the sudden contact of chilly breeze raises goosebumps on my skin. He first gets rid of his pants and then my remaining clothing. I feel my back hit the sand and his familiar weight on my body. I leave a lingering bite on his collarbone that makes him take a sharp breath, this in turn tightens his grip in my hair. He. " That's about the size of it," Max grinned. "The problem is that he needs the money in the short term so is willing to let go of the long term. It may sound stupid, but it may not be from the viewpoint of the guy who's got the bill to pay." So, you're saying that if the bid goes low to someone else besides him, he's screwed," Roger noted, a couple more things coming into focus."Pretty much. But if he can get it low, then he makes out like a bandit. There are a lot of screwy things around.