Very slowly four faces appeared from amongst the crates and piles of stuff loaded on the flat trucks. I could now see that they were young, maybe fift...en or sixteen, totally unwashed and unkempt. Although I couldn't be certain, I thought there were two boys and two girls. I again repeated my demand that they surrender and told Kelly, who was now at my side on the ground with her rifle sighted, to 'shake up' the nearest one who was hiding behind a pile of blocks. She put a round into the top. I waited. Couldn’t rush them.Their cocks came out, small and slack. I waited.Laughter.Then- piss. Long, yellow, streams of piss, hitting my face. Warm, too, I closed my eyes. Another stream hit my hair, started to clear away the cum out of it. Another hit my tits (I heard laughter again, “aim for the nipple!”).“Now open your mouth,” said Owner. I did. And his stream arcs through the air right into my mouth. Again, that awful taste, and the knowledge that yeah, it was awful, and yeah, I loved it. "S-something's not right, but ... oh goodness, I can't talk ... just ... just keep going..."Ned didn't want to talk, he wanted to fuck, failing his vow to never let himself think of what he did with Cassie as "fucking." She seemed too genteel and nice for something as crass as that. Nice girls didn't fuck, they made love.I do love her, dammit! he shouted at himself in his head, and was immediately embarrassed by his own admission.The old fear returned, that he was somehow influencing her into. Jackson, this is my daughter Becky. Becky, this is Jackson.’ ‘Hey,’ I said sheepishly as I started to get a better look at Becky’s appearance. It was like her and her mom could be sisters. Even though she was much shorter than her mom, she had a narrow waist that complimented her big, perky teenage breasts. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt which gave me a really good look of the outline of the pink bra she was wearing, and a pair of low rider jeans that accentuated her hips and ass very.