" Interesting," Candy replied, her voice husky, twitching her hips slightly, grinding her g-string clad bottom into Miranda's leg once more. She could...feel the stripper's core growing hotter, despite the woman's insistence she was straight. "Let's take off your bra," Candy said, "I can tell it's frustrating you." Her heart pounded in her chest as Candy reached around, unclasping the bra. Once freed, Miranda's head was spinning from the delicious contact with the stripper's chest. Her nipples. "Howdy, Mr. Sims. Asa, the bartender, suggested I talk ta ya 'bout a possible business proposition. My name is Hank Prescott. Mind ifen I sit here?" Howdy, Mr. Prescott. Ya're welcome ta sit. What's the proposition? Legal, I hope." Call me Hank. Yeah, its honest. I'm a bounty hunter. I jus' lost my pardner ta a woman, soz I'm lookin' fer a replacement. Would ya be interested?" Ya kin call me Rafe, Yeah, I'm interested, but I'd need more information afore I could commit. I ain't never done no. Iva felt him hovering at her oil lubed ass hole and she held her breath as she pushed herself back against Frank’s fluffy tip, even verbally inviting him to “Go ahead”. Now it was absolutely impossible for him to stop and not slam into Iva’s perfectly round ass in front of him. He pushed at Iva’s rectal hole but realized the need to push much harder. Now both worked at it in tandem causing her anal hole to open around his shiny torpedo tip. Frank pushed further and with a shriek his cock head. She giggled and pushed the thing from her soft white shoulders and it slipped down. It hung up on the spiking points of her luscious tits for a second, then slipped silkily down the full length of her gorgeous body, leaving her totally, beautifully naked.Her furry young twat was delicious. Her ripe jutting tits were aching for mouths. The guys were all hard-dicked and ready for hot fucking. Yes, she was going to enjoy this. She could feel her fuck-urge building up deep in her pussy, and she was.