According to Mr. Goldstein.”More muttering.He crossed the East River on the 59th Street Bridge, just as if we were heading to LaGuardia. Turned up s...me terrible techno-rock, mostly drums. I sat back, let him enjoy his little victory.Fifteen minutes later, he exited a parkway and worked his way steadily east and a little north on surface streets. Completely uncharted territory for me, but he seemed to know where he was going. Past Maspeth, past a couple of bridges — Whitestone and Throggs Neck.. I think you like being a little lesbian slut," Terry teased her. "Is that what you are? Are you my new little lesbian slut?" Oh fuck, yea, I'm your slut," she whimpered back."You my little lesbian slut? You like eating pussy and having another girl fuck that little pussy of yours?" Terry continued."Yes, yes. I love having you fuck me. I love eating Courtney's pussy. I can't believe what I was missing. I love eating pussy. I'll be your slut, your little lesbian slut, just fuck me, please fuck me. She was now shuddering a bit, I knew it had to be feeling good, it surely did to me.Then, my sister began, "OH, UUH, UUH, ummm, mmm, mmm, oh, so good, yeah, yeah," she cried out as she fell forward and grabbed my shoulders while she rubbed her pussy all over Karen's face."Wow, she really knows how to get me off," she panted. Then she got up off her and moved around to my side and slid one hand up under me softly rubbing my balls as her head went down to lick and suck Karen's clit."Oh, you two. I know this because the shower stall had a clear door and I was watching. He even smiled at me once over the door. Finally, when he finished and stepped out, he had cleaned himself enough where he had grown semi-hard, and in that tiny room with me sitting just a couple of feet from him as he reached for a towel, my face was almost on a level with his crotch, and I was absolutely STARING at one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen: perfectly shaped, at least 8" with a thick head, and Wilt.