“I gotta piss so bad but I had you in my hands and watching you piss was so hot, I just couldn’t help it” Linda cooed as she maneuvered around H...rlan to position herself at the car’s hatch. Unfortunately, without a penis, she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to avoid creating a pretty unpleasant problem for the both of them. Harlan suggested that she lay on her back and inch her way out of the back until her ass was entirely past the bumper of the car; that way there was no chance of any urine. “I watched you two last night,” she blurts out.“What did you think about it?” Justin asks, arching an eyebrow and not at all surprised by the revelation.“I found it hot how rough you were with her and how you fucked her ass like that.” She groans and rocks on her finger.“So you like thinking about my cock in my sister’s ass?” he asks, feeling excitement churning in his groin.“Yesss,” she hisses excitedly. Her hand squeezes her wet cunt and pushes her finger in deeper. She tries to continue. Clegg sat back watching the early morning light creep across the French countryside. Sandy pulled a Gauloise from a pack lodged in the pouch on the back of the seat in front of her. She offered one to Freddie. He shook his head. It was too early in the morning to have the skin taken off his throat."How do you come to be working with the French Resistance?" Freddie asked."Well I was somewhat upset by the loss of the Château as you can imagine. Besides, I thought it was rather appropriate, given. Her eyes were a sparking blue. Her voice was deep and she spoke quietly. Charity drew every man's eye without being flashy. She had an almost palpable aura, a peaceful confidence and assurance that was incredibly attractive. When she looked at anyone — Sara or a passing man — she looked carefully and thoroughly, with no sign of embarrassment, until she had satisfied herself that she had seen what she wanted. Then, she went on to the next thing to look at. Her gaze was penetrating, but Sara.