My cousin Arlene who had just turned eighteen took one of those boys and got him to declare his undying love and loyalty to screwing her pussy in its ...onesome. The fact that it was the skillful Clyde was a mite disconcerting but she had her right to equal pussy time now that she was all grown up and ripe for loving. I settled for the other two boys and the occasional visitor or guest that got to choose one of the family girls for an evening’s pleasure and warmth under the patchwork quilt. I had. I spanked her some more, raining slaps down on her firm bouncy ass, not intending to hurt her too much but giving her a little pain. Every now and again she’d let out a little cry, or a soft moan, and all the time my rock-hard cock pressed against her belly to remind her what was still to come.I ran my hand across her bottom and reached down between her cheeks to find her hole. As I suspected, she was wet and her hole was easy for my fingers to push into. She tensed then lay limp as my fingers. "Good to see you again," I said to him, moving up another step. I swallowed and made my mouth smile. We shook hands.He nodded, cold-eyed."How much do you want?" asked the lean man on the aisle. He looked like an accountant except he wore lizard-skin cowboy boots and wrap-around Ray-Bans. The little hair he had left blew around his ears."League minimum, one year with options." I smiled, trying not to beg."That's fair," said young Jepperson, nodding, "if you make the team; no minor league deals.". I should have been scared or at least shocked at being molested by what I presumed was a complete stranger. But I wasn’t. I didn’t even care who he was. I didn’t care that I couldn’t see my lover, didn’t know my lover; I needed him to be there and he was. The music had started again and was building to a crescendo. At the height of it, the man in front of me lifted the girl, hooked her legs around his hips and eased her down gently over his excited, twitching cock. I understood now that she.