That means three rounds left. I’ve got to make it to the dumpster. He took a deep breath. The Package was at his feet. That’s what he called him: ...he Package. No point getting personal. They wouldn’t know each other for long. He might even be dead soon. Who knew? No point being on a first name basis with a corpse. ‘Get the fuck up,’ he said. ‘We have to make it to the dumpster. Can you make it?’ The Package was breathing heavily. He was out of condition. He nodded. ‘I….think….so,’ he said. I pointed to the sofa, where he sat down. “Fancy a drink?” I asked.“Please…lager if you’ve got one,” came his reply.I walked back into the kitchen grabbed two cans and a couple of glasses then made my way back into the lounge.“Did anybody see you arrive?” I asked.“I don’t think so, I had thought about coming by car but then I thought that coming through the woods would be the better option.”I felt my mouth go dry as his legs moved slightly apart revealing a definite bulge in his trousers. I. . . I’m gonna cum so quick baby . . . . fuck, you make me so hot big brother . . .”RJ continued finger-fucking his sister through the leg-hole of her panties, Each time his fingers thrust, more girl-goo would ooze out making Kayla’s panties sodden. Kayla’s cries and moans were stifled only in that RJ had his mouth glued to hers and was busy plunging her mouth with his tongue. Each time RJ thrust his fingers in, Kayla would buck wildly on his hand.Suddenly Kayla pushed back, breaking the. Mike asked Adam to turn around. This revealed his hard on and his cock and belly were both shining of pretty cum. Mike moved behind him and started massaging the face, neck and shoulders. He was letting his bulge press against Adam's head and Adam was going wild. His breathing was shallow and tight.The massage carried on to chest and arms. Was stretching Adams arms and holding his hands against his chest. Adam was loving. Could feel the hairy chest of Adam, the power of his muscles and his hard.