” Then I added with a leer, “The Landlord might let us stay here in this car park if he has a beer garden and you put on a pussy show for him like...you did at the last stop.”I got a slap for my cheeky comment but she was now good humoured enough. Jen was happy now we were away from the last site, away from her imagined scene of drunken pub debauchery despite the fact that what she firmly believed she had done hadn’t even happened. We went into the pub for a drink and saw that they did meals. Occasionally my hand would slide under her t shirt and brushed against the underside of her boob. I pulled my hand back like I had been Burnt. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own it traveled across her stomach to the top of her Pjs. Only my little finger went under the waist band, but it was enough to get my attention. I looked down at my beautiful sister and swore to my self I would not do it again. I went back to reading and my hand went back to rubbing her belly. On my next upper. The one Sara liked most was for me to use i on her and make it squirt inside her pussy and than i would eat her. That got me thinking what if I could cum yogurt? I came up wit an idea. I got some Vanilla yogurt and a syringe. I put 3 ml of yogurt in the syringe inserted the tip of the syringe in the hole in the head of my cock, a little scary at first, than i pushed the plunger down forcing the yogurt into the tube of my cock filling it with yogurt. When I removed the syringe ofter a second. “Oh, check my thong. Every one of them gave me a tip privately. I let them watch me stuff it into my thong. They liked that. But, I didn’t actually look at what they were giving me. That would have been rude.”My thong and the cash were laying on the counter and Blaise counted it for me.“There’s two-forty here,” he said. “So, that’s eleven-forty. You made eleven hundred dollars tonight!”“That’s cool,” I said.“Cool? It takes you almost three weeks to make that at the paper,” Blaise said.“I know..