She didn’t.”“I got a birthday present,” she smirked.“Well, show me, Squirt!” I said.We quickly finished our lunch and she took me out to t...e side driveway to see her new car. I stood flabbergasted at the car before me ... a pristine 1968 wine colored Chevy Nova SS 396!“Close your mouth big brother,” she smirked. “Dad bought it for me last week. It’s used, obviously, but one of the guys from the auto shop at Live Oaks went over it front to back and it’s perfect! He said that this will smoke your. "Put your faces next to each other and open your fucking mouths" ordered the boy. He stroked his dick a few times and began pumping stream after stream of warm sticky cum into their mouths and all over their faces.Sharon and Ted couldn't believe how much cum those big balls could hold. Billy seemed to squirt forever. Don't waste any of it. "After they swallowed it, he made them lick the cum off each other's face and swallow that as well. The parents thought they were finished but their stud. She’d grown bored with the people she knew, bored with relationships, with sex. It had all become so predictable, so unsatisfying. She did not want the marriage proposals she was offered. She did not want the tedium of romance, the tender, considerate sex, the avowals of love. She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark. They removed coats, hats and gloves, and hung them on one of the pegs that ran along the wall in the entryway with the garments of the other people. As usual, they were armed but today, Shaylee also had the sawed off shotgun hanging on a lanyard from her shoulder. The wicked weapon hung with its handgrip precisely at the level of her right hand.Shaylee knew the fix was in when several people passed her by and greeted her with smiles as they said, "Good afternoon, Sheriff."Shaylee began to move.