” Deacon and I exchanged looks at that. “Getting there is dangerous, you’ll need a guide. Old Longfellow. No one knows the Fog like he does. And...if you can, I’d appreciate it if you’d help some of the other people around town. I’m not sure what to do with this fancy title you gave me.”“You’re trying to keep things together while everyone is crammed into a small place. I’m sure there are people with nothing to do and too much time on their hands. Organize them, get them working together. Don’t. I left Ana sitting on a couch. When I returned with some drinks, she was being entertained by several of the guys. They were all laughing and joking and I noticed that her legs where slightly apart and her pussy lips could be seen. I handed her the drink and sat in an armchair opposite. I noticed the guy sitting next to her having a sly squeeze of a breast.The guy on the other side of my wife was reaching occasionally across her to get some snacks that were on a side table. As he reached across. We can't do THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"You're inside.She could only take the head... She's too tight to take any more.But your little sister's pussy is now spasming around the head of your cock. And that's damn near enough to send you overboard.You keep it together, though. After all, she's your sister, right? She deserves better than a premature ejaculator.So you force it in just alittle deeper, and she screams.Nothing over her mouth this time. Nothing to hold her back. Your little sister Lauren. Say, "Yes Master."You do."Get down on your knees bitch" I command you, and grab you by the hair as you comply. I'm already pulling my cock out as you hit the ground. Standing right in front of you now. I want to catch the look on your face when you see it. When you realize that you are not only about to be ****d, but the cock is huge, blunt and brutally thick."Open your slut mouth now!"I shove the head in. You gag. You can barely hold it. But I make you, pulling you in by a handful of hair. You.