I would try, of course, if asked, but I don't thinkthat's my calling. So in my mind, the man had his mouth on my clitty.I usually squeak and squeal wh...n I orgasm, but now I was screaming theywere so intense! I lost count of how many I had.The men moved around my little body, swapping places over and over. Then Ifelt the bow being tied back onto my stiff peeny.I flipped over onto my back, arched, and offered my hole to whoever got toit first. I felt a cock enter me, and I welcomed it by. "Well," dad grumbled, never the greatest at conceding anything."We could buy a house down here and stay six months every year." Am I made of money? And who'd run the company? And--" My dad had never been an easy sell.Adam managed to get down to Miami every six weeks or so. He had both customers and suppliers down here and my presence was just a further inducement to come. And nothing had changed in our relationship. He was still my brother. I still loved him. We went to Heat games and Panther. Jock....who the fuck gos to work in a shit hole like this....dressed in crotchless knickers if they're not wanting the cock. Heeheehee. You should ploat the cunt...well I'll be....crotchless fucking knickers. Ooooh....get the fucking rest off....come on..."Lesley didn't wait for instruction, stood up, then went into a similar routine as the one she had earlier used today, ending up with her hands by her side and her legs slightly open. Ernie's condition, bad as it was, did not include a dicky. The smell of fresh paint pervaded the room and the furnitureand fittings appeared to be new. There were two double beds with sidetables and lamps, a vanity table, a three piece lounge suite with alow table and the bare concrete floor was scattered with cheap throwrugs. There was even a flat-screen TV and a fully stockedrefrigerator.Kimberly opened a double wardrobe inside of which she found theirgarment carriers and gym bags. She rummaged through her gym bag andwas not surprised to find that.