He’d left in a bit of a blur and told her something about the property he’d inherited from his uncle needing serious repair work. While technicall... true, he’d sold those buildings nearly a year ago, their filthy, rotting walls were someone else’s problem now. Good riddance. Some mouldy old houses, which would take more money to renovate than they could ever dream of making, or enough whisky, opium and women to last a lifetime? Captain Wood knew which he would choose every time – and he had. “I mean, your body wants it so badly.”“But… no… anything but my pussy!”“Here’s the deal,” Earl explained, “I want it. Greg wants it. Your nipples want it. Your pussy wants it—hell, it’s wetter than a river! The only one holding out is YOU.” Earl’s hands started brushing my inner thigh. His massive, strong hands strayed closer and closer to my opening. “Do you think that’s fair?”“B-but it’s mine… please…”“Girl, quit the act,” Greg muttered. His own hands wedged themselves into the. Janice knelt on one side of my body, George on the other side. Their touch was soft but stimulating, the oil musky. They worked there way slowly but steadily from my shoulders to my backside. My body relaxed, but the nerve endings in my bottom have some sort of direct link to my nipples and pussy. I was becoming aroused. The arousal increased as their hands covered the crack in my backside, fluttered over my rosebud, lightly caressed the lips of my pussy. The pleasant feelings did not dissipate. ‘You think that is funny, huh? I’ll show you something not funny.’ Sammy said and took her hand to his belt. She got the idea quick and started working the buckle. She got it open and the zipper down in record time with a coy smile on her face. Sammy managed to keep his face straight and let her proceed. She got into his bossers and felt his eight-and-half inch cock in full mast. Her smile disappeared and her eyes widened. The penis jerked in her soft hands the next instant. Her surprise made.