Stan looked at Betty and said, “I like to talk dirty while I fuck. So, if I call you a cunt or a whore, I mean no disrespect, okay?”Betty said, �...That’s fine, I like it when Tom calls me names when we have sex.”“Good, then you’re used to that. Now take off your dress, slut and get on your knees. Daddy needs his cock sucked!” Stan said as he dropped his gym shorts to the ground.Betty gasped, and Tom’s dick twitched at the thought of her taking that large black cock in her mouth and her. It looked huge! I had expected it to be big, but I wasn't quite prepared for something this big. Rick sensed my concern and gathered me in his arms again. He kissed me tenderly as he gently pushed the negligee off my shoulders. He stepped back as it fell to the floor. Then, he swept my nightie up and over my head in one swift move. We were standing by my bed totally naked and quivering in anticipation. I opened the drawer of my nightstand and handed Rick a condom. Without a word, he. "Who are you and what have you done with Ashley Fine?"We had engaged in banter before, but this was a genuinely friendly exchange. I was drawn to her.I had been doing that a lot lately: Sunny, Sandy, Harri, Sam. Was I just trying to score a friend other than Sunny, or was this a real connection?I had been doing a lot of that lately, too: questioning why I did things.I never used to do that before. What did it matter why as long as I got what I wanted? Now that wasn't enough.We walked to. "Uh, hi! Is this Sarah?" It is. Who are you?" Oh, uh, my name's Wendell Chaffin and I'm calling about the notice on the bulletin board down at Johnny's. You know, about the job?" Yeah, I know. How old are you, Wendell?" Well, I'm fifteen but I'll be sixteen in a couple of months." Can you handle hard work, Wendell?" Yes Ma'am, I sure can." You come up and we'll talk. You know where Bert Wilson used to live?" Yes, Ma'am; up on the mountain." That's right. Well, I bought that place. When can you.