Tomorrow I will go to the clinic and get on birth control pills,” I relented. “I want to give myself to you. I want you to take me; to take my vir...inity.” Tears continued to stream down my cheeks and on to Gary’s shoulders and chest.“Sis, why are you crying?” Gary seemed obviously confused by my sudden outpouring of female emotion.“Because I am silly; because I am so conflicted about what we are doing; because I just decided that my stepbrother is going to deflower me; because I am feeling so. Anyway, I got a coffee, then went back in to the men’s room to try one more bleed of the lizard before heading out to the car and back to the freeway. As I once again exited the men’s room I came square in to a man coming out of the men’s shower room, towel and shaving kit in hand headed in the same direction as I. He gave a little knowing glance out of the side of his face and cracked a slight smile as we walked in parallel fashion out to the parking lot. I was parked in a small lot just. Then he pushed my legs towards my head. I sent him a questioning look but didn’t struggle. I was securely bound with my feet by my hands and my entire bottom was up in the air. “How long have you been saying you would try anal?” Mike asked pointedly. “I....but...” He slipped the ball gag back in place. “I only want to hear your moans.” I felt so exposed. I could feel my juices running down the crevices of my legs, my face still coated in his cum. He bent down, putting his face to my pussy. I. Well, except when she squirted her orgasm. That was a different story.She moved her finger in circles inside her hot dripping wet cavity. One finger was always enough for her. Her vagina had learned how to adjust to the smallest hard item she could find to stick inside her pinkness. She found, when she was a teenager, she had that ability and thanked God that He had blessed her with such an adapting pussy.She moaned as she wiggled her finger inside her hot box and took her other hand and.