"Shoot it all over my face stud. Just keep it out of my hair. I have to go buy some groceries when we are done here." The two men watching just starte... laughing at that. "Keep it out of of her eyes...she's drivin'." I wasn't sure just who said that. I pumped my cock fast and hard. I shot a rope that went from her nose to the part in her hair. It did miss her eyes. The second shot I did from her right side and it went all over that cheek and onto her nose. The final shot was aimed just under her. We are in town for my cousin Nick's wedding. Now, I just got off the phone with my cousin and he reminds me I have a sister that I never met and her name happens to be Laura. Coincidence? I sure as Hell hoped so. Even so, I had an uneasy feeling. I need a drink, bad."Any of that wine left from last night?" I asked my step-sister."No, we drank it all with Laura last night." Marcy started, "Isn't it a bit early for you?" I guess I'm just nervous about seeing some of the relatives after so long.". Finally, she backed up and told us we could stand at ease. We all covered our genitals with our hands.“Well,” she said, “most of you seem perfectly healthy. Some of you, maybe too healthy.” She shared a smile with Miss Roberts, and they both looked at one of the boys who had been fully hard as he blushed.Then she gave us the speech. You know, the rules—no horseplay, no running, we obey her orders, etc, and hauled out the paddle she would use on our bare asses if we didn't. Then she outlined the. What made you decide to keep coming back?" I don't know, really. I guess I just felt needed. Ma reminds me of an aunt I had who died when I was younger. I was really close to her. Yolanda made me feel really welcome, and I got comfortable working with her. Then I started to meet some of our regulars, heard some of their stories. Not all of them are bad people. Some are homeless because they are on the run from an abusive husband or boyfriend. Some have a place to stay, but can't make enough.