They seemed nice enough. They drove one of those old vans. An old folks' wagon? You know, from Alice's Restaurant? God, what a great movie. I study fi...m." The mention of cinema was accompanied by her first real smile.She meant a Volkswagen, specifically a microbus."Anyway, they said they'd give me money if I-" She sniffled. "If I showed them my tits."Abandoned by a group of guys in a Volkswagen microbus? Sounds like the Bangbus, operated by the Bang Brothers. I'd seen videos of their escapades. We're having sex several times a day." And what is the problem: that she is older? Surely you must like having sex with her. It is the secret fantasy of most young men, an older woman who wants plenty of sex and knows how she likes to be pleasured. No pressure, just pleasure."It was hard to think, much less talk, but I heard my voice answering for me. "It's more than sex. I'm signing over my paycheck to her, and I didn't even remember doing so. I don't see any of my friends my own age anymore.. They were linked, flipping from one to the other.Melody's hand crept up my thighs.Crack!“Six!” I moaned, grinding on his hard dick. He was throbbing for me. He wanted me.Melody's fingers brushed the wet curls of my pussy.“Thank you, Clint!”Smack!My bucking body rubbed my hot cunt on my sister's digits. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the stinging pain from my ass at the same moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this feel so good?“Seven, thank you, Clint!”My sister stroked my. My hips rock gently as I attempt to kiss you back. Your hands wrap tightly around my wrists as our hips settle into a steady rhythm. I smile and lean forward and nibble at your neck. You pull away smiling evilly and slowly move from on top of me. I try to follow not realizing you had handcuffed me to the headboard. You smile more as you slowly push my boxers off of me. You straddle my chest facing away from me. Your breasts parted perfectly and rubbing both sides of my cock. I groan loudly. You.