”Then she slid over into the lingerie department.“Hold up, there, cowgirl,” I said. “I ain’t carrying your panties around.”She giggled. �...Oh, you DO have limits, then.” And she picked three pair. Pastels. Hip-huggers. I bit the inside of my mouth.A package of socks went on top of my pile, then as we headed out to the cashier, she stopped at the perfume counter. She eyed the fanciful array of bottles, picked one. Spritzed one wrist. Rubbed it against the other, then offered that to me. “Yes or. Amore from the forth grade and Mrs. Green who’s eighth grade class she would be going into that fall.This last weekend Dad got to fuck her ass twice on Friday to ‘loosen’ her up. There were fifteen other men besides Dad there that weekend with their wives, and Julie was still the center of attention. The men drew numbers and the first three got to butt-fuck on Saturday but spaced out hours in between. The next three got to butt-fuck her on Sunday. Everyone else just got to fuck her pussy any. I was smiling pretty big as I sat there regaining my strength. I rose to my feet grabbed my shorts and shirt and got dressed. I looked at her and said see you tonight I have check the pipes again. Slapped her ass and I went back to my house. I grabbed a beer and sat down thinking that was a great fuck. Well the next seven days went pretty much the same. We fucked everywhere in her house and in my house at least twice a day. I was actually quite sad to hear that Brenda and Jack were on there way. Luckily, I didnt come across the path of any police cars on the way because I honestly dont remember ever so much as glancing down at the speedometer. The only thoughts I had durring that drive was what I was going to do with all that money: houses, cars, drugs, boats, top shelf booze, men… boys! I could finally make all my sweetest and darkest fantasies come true, that was the first time I honestly gave any real thought of doing what I had previously only dreamed about. By the time I had.