“It was disgusting. You have to go talk to them.”“What?” the bleary words of our dad groaned. “Who was having sex? Your sister brought a boy... over?”“No, no, Randy and Alison,” Livie whined. You'd never know she was eighteen. She sounded four. She always tattled on everyone else, running to Dad with tears in her eyes. It kept him from abusing her, which meant Alison and I took the burnt of it.And I did all I could to protect Alison from being hit.“What?” he growled. “I thought you just wanted. "It's good that you help other folks."Cindy grinned. "It's fun when they want help and want to try. I don't work with 'em if they don't want help. The real teachers get those." I can see where that's a good idea," I said.The three of us chatted for a few more minutes before we exited to go chase the elusive Alabama salad. Having made the little restaurant a twice a week destination, we were greeted like old friends, and we didn't leave immediately after the meal, either, because we usually. They say it takes awhile for the pain to stop.”She still kept shifting and squirming and I continued to rub her back. I do not know how long it was before she shuddered and her pussy squeezed as she moaned. I looked at her and she shifted forward and pushed back, “mmmm!”I grinned and lifted my hips, “yes.”She gasped and pushed back and down, “ooohhhh!”Before I knew it she was rocking forward and shoving back. My cock was sliding through her pussy and she was moaning and shaking. Each time I was. Mr. Charlie had figured the pay for all our cowboys and wranglers. When he had the total, he, Mr. John and I put a third into the pot for the wages. Each of us had agreed to give the men, Rosanna and Indira, a fifty dollar bonus and we split that total three ways and put that in too, before we paid them off.True to their word, Mr. Charlie paid for us a room at the hotel. The men, he put two to a room. For Indira and me, he even paid for our room. Enrico and Rosanna were in a room.