" My name is Tom, how old are you?" Eighteen." Oh, first time hooker?" Erm... yeah."We left the managers office and walked upstairs."So you had a lot ...f cocks I guess?" Pretty many... I guess."He knocked on a door and a few seconds later, a girl in lingerie opened."Hey sweetie, we need your room."The girl looked at me, walked by and said "Don't be sad, it's nothing personal. He's just doing his job."I started to think that this was maybe not such a good idea.He closed the door."Don't listen to. If any of you want to add chapters or a different branch, go for it. I only keep this story as "moderated" so that I can proofread what you've written. As for the content of this story: all characters are over the age of 18. Any content that is similar to real life events is merely coincidence.)My name is Mike Decker, and I'm a senior in high school. The only bad thing about my high school? It's a spare bedroom in my house, that my mom converted to a classroom. You see, when my twin sister. Molly's hands moved down to her mons and she began to use her fingers on her clit. I watched her head lolling back and forth, her eyes closed.I heard the occasional moan and other unintelligible vocalizations from her as she rode me with increasing forcefulness. She was on her way to her destination and I was right there with her. It was another of those amazing new experiences that we had found last night. I was smiling, I'm sure, as I watched her extract every ounce of pleasure from this. Here on this tropical island, she wore exclusively cotton ones. Her silk, satin, and lace were all at the bottom of the drawer. Plus she had a boxful in the warehouse that was built for each person to store their extra things there.She slid into her body and cuddled with Tim. He slept like the dead. Nothing but a full bladder woke him at night. He'd take his leak, walk back into bed and was sleeping within seconds. It gave time for Olivia to think about her next course of action against the.