She was quick,calculating and ever so cunning; using and abusing her friends before herfriends had a chance to use and abuse her. Sex was another oft ...sed tool in her vast arsenal of the survivor skills. Through it's rather generous and casual use, she managed to secure for herselfthe mainstays of life, with those mainstays being shelter, clothing andsustenance. She, by her own admission, was a flirtatious hussy and whennecessary, a shameless whore. If money was needed, she got it. By hook,. First, she cupped and massaged my balls, then, she slipped my semi-erect cock into her mouth. I was amazed to see it respond to her touches.Within minutes, Betty had remounted me and we were at it all over again. While I wasn’t able to spit out any more cum, I was, to my surprise, able to keep an erection and bring Betty to several more orgasms.I lost track of time, as did Betty. In fact, we both passed out wrapped in each other’s arms.I woke up and it was dark outside. Betty was curled up next. ” “I’ll see you back in bed after I have a quick dip, ok?” “I’ll be asleep before you come in so can we talk about this tomorrow?” She said. “Yes that’s good because I’m really fucked babe. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”He went back to Jenny and saw her spread out on her back enjoying to coolness of the fan. Putting her drink down he smiled and said, “Feeling better Jen?”“Yes dad I’m feeling like I’ve never felt before.” “I’m glad Jen and I’m the happiest man alive. I hope you believe me when I. ”“Agnes, this is going to be difficult. I keep wanting to poke my erection into you.”“Okay, I guess we had better put on some clothes. I keep wanting you to do that also. You would never learn, and I won’t be able to teach you.”We spent the next several days dancing together for two hours a day. Agnes drilled the beat into me, and at night I would find myself counting the steps and rhythm of the Tango to put myself to sleep when Agnes did not exhaust me.Tango is a simple combination of two slow.