She pulled on her new tshirt and started to pull down her shorts, she was facing away from me and as she bent over to pick up her clean pair, I saw fo... the first time in my life a real pussy, my cock just exploded into my sleeping bag and I managed to stifle a moan into something like the noise of waking up, I then pretended roll over and wake up, this took a while as I had streams of spunk up my chest and all over the inside of the sleeping bag, and I couldn’t get while V was there as she. " "Yes, I've heard of them. Call themselves the 'Festering Hand.' Rather morbid name if you ask me." Kisa was didn't follow up the comment, and her eyes seemed deep in thought. "Something troubling you, Kisa?" She looked into Keep's eyes and forced her words. "How's Randall?" A smile crossed Keep's lips when he realized that her concern was for the well-being of her dearest friend. "He is well. Would you like to see him?" Keep moved for the kitchen. "No, please," Kisa stopped him. "I. Then as i hold your face and spit in your mouth and treat you like the dirty little whore bag that you want to be!!! My whore, my slut, my fuck doll, my slave!!!Then i stick and apple in your mouth and bend you over...I move behind you to look at your fuckin arse and spit on your pukkerd little hole!!i slowly get my dry middle finger and start finger fucking your dirt pipe! Ur moaning and whimpering and i just tell you to shut your filthy mouth!!This is what you deserve!!Youve been a naughty. Anyway, I was bored and just hanging around the house watching my family handing out candy to the kids that came by.We lived in Northern California and the weather at that time of year offered up crisp clear evenings with just a hint of a chill in the air. I still remember the moon was intensely bright that night and everything felt so alive and mysterious.After hanging around for as long as I could stand it I grabbed a jacket and headed outside. (I don't know why I picked this particular.