He blankly rubbed his pretty painted hands along his pantyhose clad legwhen something struck him. The material he was feeling with his handswas unusua... for him. He looked down at his shaven legs which wereencased in shiny nylon. "There's something not right about that," hethought. He looked at his panties, which were a pair of very lacy boy shorts. Hewracked his brain trying to unlock the reason why a pair of pantieswould give him a gut wrenching feeling. As his brain began to clear fromits. The affectionate hugs from Rusty were gone but by now I was receiving money for my efforts instead.He would pay me between twenty to fifty dollars on Fridays, depending how well and how many friends I pleased of his.I was now nothing but his obliging moll.Then he brought in a new scam called “Friday fuck for a fifty.”It all went down after school in his parent’s bungalow.I would receive twenty dollars from each senior I spread my legs for and allowed them to fuck me.It began to seem my time. Are you sure you want this Allison? She answered by lying down on her front, sticking her ass further in the air. I didnt press it further. Sliding forward, I placed my hands on her ass, and rubbed my thumbs over the peach-soft skin. I placed the tip at her entrance. Then I pushed. There was a hitch of noise from Allison, and I tried taking it slower. Truth is, it was the most fucking incredible thing Id ever done. I looked down, and only the head had disappeared inside her. Her ass stretched. “I can’t do this.” I think inside. With a jerk he pulls me to his mouth. “Oh shit” leaves my lips. The sensation was magic. Barry hasn’t gone down on me in ten years and has never got me off with his mouth. Garth gives me a lick from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit. My head flies back. “Ahhh” “Did I just cum” I think. I’ve never felt anything so intense. Another lick and I feel it again. Over and over he works my pussy and clit. Every pass sends a wave of.