I talked to the manager of the shop and found out that he was selling his scrap to an outfit that picked up the steel on a weekly basis. He was sellin... the scrap for four cents a pound. I asked if he would sell it to me at six cents a pound. He was friends with the scrap dealer and didn't want to hurt the friends feelings for only about a dollar a week. I figured, what the hell, and offered him 10 cents a pound.He thought that I must be crazy, but, why not? He agreed to sell to me for 10 cents. "How could you possibly do it? There's five of us, and we're girls." But I'm..." ... not like normal men, yes we know. But still, that's a lot, even for you. You'll never keep up." Well, we'll see. Are you all ready?"They were. Five beautiful girls lay naked stretched out in front of me. A couple of them were clearly already aroused, in anticipation: lips slightly swollen, a hint of moisture, a blush spreading across their upper bodies. As for me, I was definitely ready - I was just hoping. “So warm me up.” She complied by turning around and kissing him. But she stayed far enough away that nothing touched below their chins. She also held his hands away from her. That was okay; the kiss warmed him, if not his skin. They started with closed mouths, but when his tongue touched her lips, hers met him half way. The tongue top was minty from her toothpaste, but the underside held Letitia’s personal sweetness. After licking the underside for a moment, he pulled his tongue back a little.. My husband and I had arranged for me to have a talk with our normally shy son Evan about sex. Evan was skittish at first, but after I let him see me in my lingerie, and we looked at dirty pictures on his computer, he loosened up. We actually masturbated in front of each other, and he even ended up cumming on me. My husband Don had been listening at the door the whole time, and as soon as I came out he practically attacked me. We spent half the night going at it like when we first met. I was so.