His thick, hard cock being worked up and down by an imaginary Lily. 'Mark, I'm back!' Lily called out, placing the empty bags back on the kitchen coun...er. 'Someone passed by and said the store was closed today, so I came back' Lily spoke out, hopefully talking to Mark somewhere in the house. She cocked her head waiting for a reply. Nothing, odd, she thought as she wandered up stairs. His beat up truck was out the front. He was home Lily found herself stood at his door, unsure as what was. He lifted my legs off the ground as he spread them and stepped between them. I was spread eagled on the hood of a Toyota in the middle of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the pussy or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the part where the young girl gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. Sanders. I hope I’m right. He held my ankles, my knees bent while I clung to the hood of the car. I was helpless. I loved it.I heard his shoes scape on the dirt as he. I handed her the lantern and the towel while I spread out the sleeping bag.“You said 'no touching', right?”“Unless you want,” I replied. “Otherwise, I'm content to sit back, or stand back, and stroke it while you do whatever it is you want to. When you're ready, just let me know and it's facial city.”“Are you going the keep the lantern on,” she asked.“Either way is good with me, plenty of light with the full moon...”She turned the lantern off and sat it on the ground next to the sleeping bag,. ” According to them their daughter was just too young and immature to be a mother so they sent her away to a private girl’s boarding school.However, I wanted to know more about her. So I’d eavesdrop whenever I’d hear them talking about her. Because of my snooping I learned that my mother occasionally drank and smoked marijuana. I also learned my mother wouldn’t identify my father to the authorities or the priest that ran the strict Catholic girl’s school she was forced to attend!I usually don’t.