Vaa vaa voom.we hit the road.she likes the car and the performance.so there am i thinking id love to show her my performance when she suggests we go b...ck to her place instead of pub and have a drink there. thoughts were speeding through my brain about what if???still why not?i was noticing mrs campbell was playing with the knob on the gear stick.running her fingers up and down the silver shaft and rubbing her thumb over the knob.what a turn on.i could feel my shaft rising too.and you guys. I looked at Heather, but she was looking at the tube. Then it happened once more, only the hand kind of rubbed my cock. Again, Heather was looking somewhere else. She didn’t say a word and she didn’t look at me.There were so many things I didn’t know then, one of them being how much pleasure the touch of another could bring. All I could think about was rub and stroke and come, really. My idea of foreplay, if I had any idea at all, was to rub on someone else, not for her pleasure but for mine. I. “What do you want?” She avoided looking at me, and instead glanced nervously at her laptop, pushing her legs tight and folding her arms in front of her chest.“Nothing as well,” I replied laughing. “Just wanted to see how my little sis was doing.” I walked in slowly, heading for the bed where I saw her push that secret little thing under, that she seemed to be so nervous about. “What’ve you got there?” I asked, feigning surprise, as if I had just seen something underneath her bedframe.Quickly,. “Nope,” she countered. “Not even started." She disappeared through the back door, then re-appeared with Gustav, the b**stly degenerate."No! Verity! Not...Not Gustav!" her father pleaded.“Shut up, daddy. He's going to fuck me full of i****tian slime and you're going to watch----again!"The behemoth Gustav was on the small girl in an instant, slurping her face, soaking her chest with his stinking sweat, and grinding his brownish, ugly manhood against the beauty of her slender, creamy, white.