"He slowly turned, kept looking back at me."There you go," I jeered. "Think that shit walking away."Patrick's eyes went visibly glossy and he walked ... little faster now,turned his head away."Keep walking, dude. That's great! You're totally doing it! You'retotally walking away!" I shouted at his back.Then Patrick was elbowing his way through the kids and gone. I'dfinally gotten through to him. I picked up my backpack, grabbed Sarahby the arm?hurting her from the sound she made?and led her. There were still five guys waiting for a turn and it wasn’t long before another latex clad cock was pushing its way into the folds of my cunt. This one was thicker and longer than the others and I gasped as he pushed it firmly home and began to fuck me. I was conscious of his heavy ball sack swinging up between my legs and slapping against my belly in time to his thrusts and the slight squelching sound as his stiff cock rammed its way in and out of me. A few seconds later and I heard the cock’s. He thought for a second, wondering whether or not it would be worthwhile to put on a pair of sneakers.The boy decided that he didn't want to waste the time, kissed his sister, and ran out of the house.Tamara meandered into Larry's room, which still looked as it had during her savage incestuous rape.She could see the blood stain on the bedspread, and it didn't sicken her at all as one might have thought.The little girl was proud of the blood she had spilled when her cherry was popped so. She drove to the far side of town and pulled up outside an old house.Minutes later, she entered, and I saw the lights go on. I sat, watching, for over three hours, but no-one came to visit. The downstairs lights went out, and the bedroom light came on. For three weeks I followed her. I don’t know why, as she always did the same thing. She drove home. And went to bed at around the same time. There were never any visitors, so she obviously didn’t have a boyfriend.Nor did she go out once she was.