Collecting was the part of the paperboy job he really hated. It was a pain; asking people for money and standing there like a dope while they found it...or made an excuse not to pay him. But he had to do it. It was part of the job, the way he made his money.He started on Ash Street and the first two customers paid quickly, and he thanked them and smiled. His father had told him that was important, to thank people when they paid their bill. The next house owed for two months so when the lady. I then turned over, and noticed that there were three women in the room. The first woman was moving her hands all over my breasts. She was squeezing them together and holding them. The other two women were each massaging one of my calves and legs. They all had oiled hands, which felt so nice on my body. I was so relaxed, and was loving all the attention. I was excited as they were rubbing my breasts and legs. Then it happened; one woman spread my legs and started to rub my pussy with her hand.. Jimmy pulled out and Jack plugged the dike as quickly as he could but still some cum ran out of Jane’s gaping fuck hole. Jack slammed everything he had into her but all he got was cum for his trouble. There was no friction after those two horse cocks had their way with her.“Jack leaned down and grasp her breasts; how you doing honey; you have a little more for me?”“I always have a little more for my man Jack, but I don’t know how good a fuck I will be, I can’t really feel you in my pussy.” “It. But there was one thing in my mind that was really bugging me and thatwas being called Caroline I hated it almost as much as I hated mysister.I leant forward a little in the car and asked the two adults if theywould mind not calling me Caroline, as I hated it, "Can you call meBecky, everybody else does. It's my middle name you see."Marion turned in her seat and smiled, "Short for Rebecca I guess, Beckyit is then." She turned back to face forward.I gave her a smile making sure to show my white.