”“Hey, you don’t know me. My name is Steve.”“Well hey Steve. How the fuck did you get my number?”“A friend of mine gave it to me.”“S... fucking what.” She was clearly annoyed. “The friend you met in the dressing room this morning.”There was a pause and silence. “Ok. Speak.”“She said I should call you.”“Why would she have YOU call ME?”“Oh. So your only into women. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. She just gave me your number.”“What so she said, for a good time call Marie?”“No. She’s new in town, I’m here. I was so turned on by this and as I carried on playing with her soaking wet cunt I added a third finger, flexing them inside her. She stuffed my panties into her mouth (I noticed she made sure to put the crotch in first, so the filthy material would be against her tounge, getting the full flavour of my stinking cunt) and she grabbed my wrist, pulling me even deeper, fucking my fingers hard. I could tell she wouldn't last long at all as she was bucking against my hand, crying out in muffled. Within half an hour, all three of the girls had assembled in the living room of Brie's house.Brie was, among the three, easily the most girly. She had a large sum of stuffed animals strewn about her pink-hued room, with framed pictures of her latest celebrity crushes hanging from the walls. She had hardly matured in spirit since the age of 12, but her body most certainly had. Not only had her breasts filled out a round C cup until they nearly spilled out, but her hips had widened slightly,. She did more than her share of getting us a good start here. Please try to remember all she’s done for you,” I said, as I headed out the door.I saddled up and headed back to Josiah’s ranch. I was brooding about poor Jasmine’s plight all the way back to the house. I guess it’s inevitable that a man is going to get his head turned by a new and younger wife. I knew that if our ranch was at all successful, Josiah would find another wife. I would have very little say in who he chose. If he needed.