For free of course,” Gary said.“Of course, you would,” Leo replied.“If the bitch is as fine as you say. Why haven’t you already fucked her h...t cunt?” Floyd asked.“I tried to seduce her a few times over the years after she turned sixteen, but she always put me off saying that she wasn’t that kind of girl. I didn’t want to take a chance of her reporting me if I raped her. Which I would have done, if I had known for sure that I could have gotten away with it,” Gary said.“Her senior year in high. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ he muttered, angrily, turning back to the bar. ‘Gimme another drink…,’ he squinted at the name on the barkeeper’s shirt, ‘Tarquin!’ -oOo- ‘Uuuunngh, aaaaaugh, ooh Jesus!’ groaned Alicia, doubled up in bed, clutching her stomach, as it cramped up once again. ‘What the hell is wrong with me? Nnnnngh!’ A fresh jolt of pain shook her, twisting her guts, and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She was shaking all over and perspiring, freely, as if she had a high fever, and her skin. Her muscles not only ached but were sore, as though she'd spent a lot of time with them stretched wide open for all to see. But she didn't have anyone to whom to show her body. She'd never had a boyfriend, never even let any man touch her there, on her most secret place of places. That evening, while soaking in a tub of scented hot water, she rubbed between her legs to try to ease that ache but nothing she did seemed to help. It felt almost like something should be there. Something that was. The first girl, Molly was a raven haired geeky looking sex pot with nice round hips, big brown eyes, long eyelashes and nice firm d cups. She dressed in a striped shirt over tights and black sneakers that matched her big thick GI glasses. Her long thick hair was held back by a white knit hat. She had a smoky deep voice. Like butter it was so rich and delicious.The second girl was Tara a pale skinned red head with her hair down but the bangs clipped back showing off her round freckled face.