"Eeewwww...." the girl exclaimed. "I can't do that." "Sure you can," my s*s said. "Try it."I figured I knew what s*s has suggested to her and I hoped ...he did try it. Gia got up between my legs on her knees without ever taking her hand or eyes off of my erect and throbbing penis. My sister handed her the ever-ready bottle of K-Y lubricant. Continuing to pump my cock with one hand, she drooled lubricant all over my cock and balls. She handed the bottle back to my sister and Connie knelt down next. I pulled over immediately. I recognized her. If you live in London and you watch the BBC, you’d probably recognize her too. Her name was Kellie Shirley. She has been a regular new character on the popular BBC soap opera East Enders for the past few months. You don’t know East Enders? Well, it’s set in London’s East End, it’s a serial drama about families and gangs. It’s very highly rated and well-written, mostly because of its realism. Despite its constant nagging from the critics, it has won. They were just filled with water because he reused them.“How much do those cost?”“About a dollar for two at a dollar store,” Mike squeezed a little water out to show that it was nothing more than a simple bottle.Madre’ was listening but silent. She reached into a box that seemed to be trash and pulled out two plastic bottles shaped like Honey bears. She filled them with dirty water and indicated that they could be used as enemas.“Thank you Madre’.”She rarely spoke English. In fact, I can’t. We never had sex up to that point. Just the thought of her fucking guy turned me on. I wasnt sad when hearing the news, just waisted that i didn't even get to fuck a slut i talk to every night. But when she cried on her knees giving her all to me, was something I could never keep from being turned on from. The tears running from her big fake eyes into her gaping mouth, giving up all her energy to me, a desperate bitch telling she'll do ANYTHING so i dont leave.I was something like a "comfort.