“I have about ten grand sitting here. Your bikini top isn’t going to buy that. Now ... if you want to rope in your cheerleaders to the bet, we mig...t have something.”I used my fingers to gesture to either side of her. She turned to Liz on one side and then Skye on the other.“Don’t draw me into your battles,” Liz said, smiling and backing away with raised hands.“I got him,” Jill said with assurance.“She don’t got me,” I corrected with a shake of my head. There was a two, a seven and a king. I leaned back and then spread myself open with one hand, sticking two fingers into my tightening cunt and showing him the deep glistening rose. I was turned on by the fact that he’d never touched me like I was touching myself because I’d asked him not to…and how every night I’d stroke my clit eagerly thinking of his mouth on me, or his cock stretching the slick, hot folds of my pussy while he whispered the dirtiest things in my ear… I looked at his quivering cock as I began to finger fuck. Her asshole enveloped his shaft, forming a silken tunnel around it. It was such a difference from the asshole of his sister, which after him fucking the shit out of it for sometime had gotten less tight. After they spent sometime adjusting her body, he helping her with how to relax and where to flex, she obeying and feeling equal parts pain and passion; he started to really fuck her.He grabbed her waist, pulling her down onto his dick, rather than he shoving into her. The first sound of her ass. It was a new mix of people, and I was unexpectedly thrown off my game. New people to meet, new stories to hear, and new ideas to ponder changed the scene.One woman, near the same age as us, lived in our more liberal part of town kept publicly talking about what turned her on. She openly talked about how she "hated" perfume soap, how cologne made her head hurt and how much she loved the natural scent of her man. She kept talking about what she wanted; "a man, a real man. A man that has the body.