“But,” I said, “I had a sip of my mom’s martini”He smiled at that and began pouring me a glass. “Oh that Harlene. She’s nothing but unex...pected.”He said it like a hidden joke and passed me the glass. I took it and sipped. It was amazing. I took another sip, starting to gulp it down, he let me and poured me more.We talked a bit more, but then it grew silent and the moment felt oddly tense. “Harper,” He said, but he didn’t say it like the other times he said my name. This time it was deeper, more. Starting with Cody in his truck, I was fucked at least fifteen times that night, with Justin eating me and the girls out after each fuck. None of the other men would suck my pussy, because they saw me as little more than a whore and a free fuck, but they sucked my big breasts until they were almost raw.We finally passed out sometime in the early morning, and our tent smelled of pussy and semen, like a whore house, and our sleeping bags were still damp with cum and fuck juices when we woke up at. We looked at each other for the shortest moment before her finger pressed down on my lip, only to be replaced by the tender touch of her own lips a second later. I felt her unspoken words, it was not just a plea to keep the silence intact but also her way of saying that tonight would never be spoken of.Which seemed like a good idea, there were things on my mind that probably best stayed unmentioned, even if I was about to put them to action. It is weird how much undressing you can still do when. I was pretty proud of myself for the deal I’d made, because I could pay the three grand and cover the note on my own. It was important to me that I could put a roof over my sweeties’ heads on my own. I told Merton I’d square things up with him the next morning and went over to tell the ladies of my coup.The women were happy with my news, although Belle wasn’t too happy about me using only my money or taking out the mortgage. I told her the spread would be in all of our names, but I wasn’t.