I made more money tonight doing two guys than I made doing four in Hartford. Oh, and I need another $50.”“Honey, there are temporary checks in the...dresser drawer. I started a joint checking account at the City Bank. I’ll give you the fifty dollars and deposit the rest tomorrow. After this, I want you to write yourself a check when you need cash and just let me know how much it is so I can keep the ledger up to date. We can keep a few thousand dollars in the account, and it will not be noticed. " Simon said as he was starting to bone up looking at all the hairy pussies in the magazine. "What's jerking off then?" Wes wanted to know. "You're too young to know Wesley, it's when men and boys play with their dinkies and get a happy feeling when they shoot their cum." Simon hooted as he was feeling his boner through his shorts. "You look like you need to take care of that boner of yours Simon or you will be boned up all day." Jackson whooped. The boys continued to look. Like a slut. One came in her mouth – Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his partner what felt like seconds before this happened. She got curious as to where the girlfriend ended up – as if on cue, the girlfriend appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy’s head towards hers. She gave Amy a cute wink before kissing her deeply with Amy’s mouth full of cum, using her tongue in Amy’s mouth to swap spit and cum between their two mouths. Guys, random strangers she never met, were. She just knows. And if she knows, what else matters? Why on earth should a male think that he needs to inform her or anyone else of his approval and appreciation? Does a ‘wolf whistle’ or public comment add anything worthwhile? Any such act only draws the attention of third parties who have no part in the admiration of the woman. If she knows she is admired, no one else could possibly count. If everything is strictly between the admired and the admirer, then it becomes a delicious little.