"One hour and you get her first, off the clock." Deal," the old man said.Olivia realized that her pussy had just been bartered off for clothing, and s...e grew wet at the thought."Does she do anal, bareback, swallow, what's she good at?" the old man asked."She'll do it all, but the prize is her tight little pussy, she fucks like a minx and once you feel it wrapped around your shaft, you'll never want another." Kid, pussy is pussy, I'll be the judge of what's good, but I want all three holes. I never objected and as the days went by, his strokes moved closer and closer to my crotch. My pussy got very wet the first time he touched me and the farther up my leg he stroked, the wetter I got. It finally got to the point where I had to wash my shorts and panties in the shower every night and blow them dry along with my hair so that my mother wouldnt see the stains. It was a small price to pay, though, and I started wearing very tight but stretchy shorts on the nights he came over. One. Quirin then stood up and took off her skirt. She was now standing in front of us in just her light blue panties. Behind me I could hear that Conner and John were both masturbating.I grabbed onto Mrs.Quirin and started to run my hands all over her. My hands travelled from her delicate lips, to her perfect breasts, her bullet-like nipples, her tight/taut chest, her wide, womanly hips, and finally my hands rested over her panty-clad pussy mound. "Ohhh!! My god, keep going, take them off!" Mrs.. I’m exhausted, after fucking you half the night, I need a little rest!’ Angel replied in her half-asleep voice. ‘Fucking half the night!’ What the hell was she talking about? Unless… I decided to investigate more closely. I started kissing her on her stomach, inching my way, closer to her sweet pussy. The closer I got, the stronger the smell of male/female love juice. Did she really do it, fuck the handsome steward on our wedding night? I couldn’t believe it! As I approached her labia, I parted.