And last night…we were fucked by a shit load of old guys, followed by 12 more guys that were far younger. Talk about extremes. I have no clue what h... has in store for us next! We definitely need some help.”Vicky: “Well, like I said last night, I think there is someone I could call.”Karla: “You do? Would she want to do this? I mean…could you really talk her into it?”Vicky: “I could try. It’s this girl I know from work. Her name is Olivia. A different guy is always picking her up from work on. It was unlaced to mid-torso and tucked into a pair of black jeans that were in turn tucked into a pair of black leather boots. His shoulder-length black hair was caught in a tight pony tail and his skin was flushed, not the alabaster-pale it was the night at The Waterside Inn. I noticed that his eyes were not the plain medium brown I thought them to be that night but an almost maroonish brown that seemed to glow in the dim warehouse. I tore my eyes off of his and he smiled a pleased smile."I. She was the baby of the family, and she looked up to James for his proficiency in the martial-arts. Like Cathy, she was into the idea of rough housing any chance she got. Though the fact that she often times spared in nothing but a sports bra and shorts that were more like panties than anything else meant that James was constantly left with hard-ons. She had golden curls just like her mother, Cathy.Then last but not least was grandpa Murphy. He was an odd, peculiar type of person though he. That tight little body of yours gets me so hard. His hand started to move up higher on my leg getting close to my private area. He started rubbing and massaging my inner thigh which made me gasp. Do you like that sweetie? Do you like feeling my hand on your thigh? Is it getting you excited? He placed his hand directly over my pussy and started to rub it. I let out a soft moan. Thats a good girl. He said and kept rubbing. I felt myself push my pussy against his hand wanting him to rub it.