She’d never been one to keep things bottled up. Rory would mull it over, dissect it, then talk to me about it. She’d always been that way, even at...seven years old when she’d come to live with me. And I was grateful. It made my life easier, although Rory wasn’t easy at all.I caught myself smiling. I called her my little panther. She had a feline quality touched with a hint of danger. Her eyes were rare; very dark with tarnished flecks of pure 24 karat gold, intense and penetrating. Glossy dark. ..” Roxy pulled apart the rest of Cas’ shirt, sliding her hand down his well-muscled chest and settling it against the hard, throbbing bulge in his pants. “And it’d be a shame if I started now. But Cas...” She looked up at him, pouting slightly. “I’m still so horny from coming to so quickly. Do you think I could maybe...”Cas blinked once, pausing just long enough to let her wonder if maybe, he might say no.The look of need on her face in that moment was enough to ensure that could never fucking. ." Chicken," she giggled.Beth didn't feel any shame. She was too hot. She wanted a fuck and she would take it anywhere, right here on the floor in front of all these people if necessary.She felt his finger sliding back and forth between the lips of her cunt, then stop and probe at her wet hole. She moaned and pressed herself against his finger tip."Aw, shit, honey, you're making me so hot," she cried.Beth didn't realize another man was standing beside the chair until he had pulled her dress off. He said he'd bring me to his house to get washed up and clean my clothes before I went home. When we pulled in the driveway Mr. Robertson said to go in the backyard so he could hose me down before going inside the house. He spraid me down, then said to take everything off, and go upstairs to the bathroom. I took everything off and handed them to him, and went inside. Mr. Robertson came upstairs and ran the bath water for me. I got in and started washing myself. Mr. Robertson said to let him.