They could be proper lovers. Hell, why not? He was the man of the house now, he should have a woman he loved be his.But no. Mallao knew he could never...provide Maia the excitement that she got from the American sailors and rich, fat tourists. She'd get bored, and go back to running around, and she'd probably tell all of Manila that he was a sister-fucker and a poor woman's lay. He'd never be able to work or fuck or show his face again. And his mother, she'd throw him out, man of the house or. “Oh?” Taggert feigned concern before turning to Lou, “Did you make them do that?” Lou hung his head and nodded. “Was that all you were going to make them do?” Taggert asked.“No,” Lou said, “I was going to… I was going to make them lick each other.” Sissy gasped again from behind the protection of her blanket.“Did you pay them for the whole night?” Taggert asked.“Yes,” the outlaw said with a puzzled look.“Is that true?” Taggert asked June.She shifted nervously. “Yes,” she said, “he paid for the. Nobody had said anything though.Amy's eyes widened as she saw Cindy's glistening fingers come into view. Then they fluttered as, after Tina whispered something else to Cindy, Cindy licked her essence off her fingers. Tina smiled at Amy, and Amy smiled back. Her smile was very predatory and Cindy shuddered, wondering if Tina was going to give her to Amy. She hoped so. She had the feeling Amy wouldn't be any easier on her than Tina was.She managed to make it through some afternoon classes, then. Any boys who'd been interested in her had probably forgotten her by now. They were too busy fucking their stiff cocks inside wet, receptive cunts to even remember she was alive. It served her right. She was getting now exactly what she'd asked for, exactly what she'd prayed for--to be left alone.She felt hot. She felt miserable. She felt like jumping out of her skin and right through the roof of the bus. The bus smelled like a barn with all those naked, sweating teenagers fucking away like.