The latter was actually Melody's idea. She got such a kick out of the risk of her body being a prize that she came to the races in the nude to tease g...uys with bigger libidos than engines into racing against Scott. She would strut and pose and flirt until the rising testosterone drowned someone's better judgment and he put up his share of the bet.Melody never worried about the downside to any of this. Scott always won, so the chance that she would have to spread her long, tanned legs for someone. ”“Is this one acceptable?” Steve said as he held up a bottle of very expensive bourbon.“You bet,” Charlie answered. “I’m not picky.”Giving his new friends their drinks, Steve poured a scotch for himself. He held his glass out in a toast. “Here’s to beautiful women.”Charlie and Bob touched their crystal glasses to Steve’s. “Here, here,” Bob said. “What would life be without them?”“So, I assume you all live here?” Steven said as a question.“We both live out on the north side of town,” Charlie. What are you doing that could help me, Priest?”“I treat them with respect ... girls like that. Girls that aren’t sisters or cousins, like that too. Remember that, OK?He gave me a slap on the back and went into his room.I walked into my room, finding Betty and Jill, sitting on my bed, apparently waiting for me. I had given my oldest sister a key to my room, so I wasn’t terribly upset.“Elizabeth tells me you tutor, is that right, Priest?” Jill asked, playing with her long hair.“Yes, I do,” I. "I could no longer feel the cold as I unzipped my own pants and took out my cock. I watched as the stranger then squeezed my wife's tits and pinched her nipples."Mmmmm, I like it." She said, in response to his assault on her tits."Stop talking bitch and get to work." He demanded, pushing her head into his lap.All three of us giggled like school k**s before my wife took his cock into her mouth and groaned her satisfaction. I was gripped by my own lust as I watched her head bobbing up and down on.