..God, my makeup was a fucking wreck in the light of day. I took the time to wash my face before dressing. From the hickeys and finger bruises left on...my much grabbed tits to my red and swollen pussy lips and sore thighs, there was no disguising I'd been used long and hard. I gave up even trying to straighten my wild bed hair. While getting a last kiss from the men each slipped me another hundred as a tip well earned! A wonderful night ended with me $600 dollars richer...One man insisted on. Back then this was acceptable, out of necessity. Boys and girls frequently shared a bedroom with several siblings. We had small beds not quite long enough for our lanky teenaged bodies, and we each had a homemade dresser. Our headboards butted in opposite directions so we couldn't see each other when lying down. We had no closet and hung coats and things on pegs along one wall. There was a window on the outside wall through which the virgin forest dominated the view.I had reached puberty - that. ”“Okay. Good beer. This the only one you drink?”“Nah, there are some others. But a six-pack’s a week’s worth. I’m not much of a drinker.”“Me neither,” she said, “But could I perhaps have another?”“I can do that.”So we each had a couple of beers, ate a bag of corn chips and half a bottle of salsa and I guess that through a couple of beers Sunny looked just as pleasant as before the beers. I mean, I wasn’t on the hunt and neither was she. Traumatic evening, and sharing a couple of drinks, that. When he found her wet opening and pushed fiercely into her sex in one quick motion, she couldn’t help but let out a groan. Encouraged, he reached around to cup her pendulous tits through her tee-shirt. She smacked his fat fingers away. Even though she could feel her nipples react to his touch, he was overstepping the mark again. He dropped his hands to her hips, using them as leverage as he thrust in and out of her. From the sound of his grunts in her ear, he was close to having a heart.