It wasn't the nicest group of houses and flats, but I have to say that I'd been in worse. As soon as he unlocked the front door I could smell … well... I guess that the only way to sum it up was 'man'. Sweat, old clothes, deodorant, a bit of damp. A strange combination, but despite the initial nostril pinch, it wasn't too bad. About thirty seconds after we got in the door, and just as I popped the tab on fridge-cold can of Carling that he offered me, there was a knock. “Gaz? It's me and Ricky.”. Since you can hear us we can speak to you mentally and there is no reason for us to do verbal communication. What do you remember that happened?”“The last thing I remember is jumping in front of what’s-her-name and getting hit with bullets. I saw someone shooting back at this shooter but that is all I know or saw.”“Kelly Ferguson is the name of the lady who you probably saved from an early grave. The bystander shot your shooter and killed him. Your shooter, a Bradly Konic was a man who couldn’t. Then I watched as my beautiful sister slipped her lips over the head of my cock and latched on. I had a few blowjobs before, well two anyway. The girl that had just been in my arms had given them to me. She isn’t a virgin but she doesn’t put out until the third date. However she was perfectly willing to suck my cock to satisfy me after our first two dates. Tonight was our third date and I was really looking forward fucking her later.I was pulled back to reality as my sister cupped my balls and. She relented and then stunned beyond belief when she asked if she could start wearing thongs claiming that all her friends were already wearing them. I questioned that as it seemed hard to believe. Then it occurred to me that the request for a car and a pony were two outrageous request so she could ease me into the thong request.I really had to think about the thong request for a long time. I decided that I would allow it but she'd have to turn 11 before that happened. She decided that since I.