Sorry, I said distractedly as I continued studying my surroundings in the hopes of spotting my friends child. Unfortunately, I was not so lucky. Sudde...ly, I heard laughter echo from behind me. Though the chuckles had an odd tone to them, the jeering undertone that came with them was quite clear. I turned to tell whoever was amused by my far-from-hilarious situation to Fuck off! But when I turned around, I found no one in sight. What the f&hellip, I started, but stopped before the swear could. I approach my left hand as well. It rests on the other side of her waist. I slowly start caressing her back.She moves slowly to push me back towards the corner of the balustrade. It is much more like some teasing because she also slowly rubs her hips and her ass on me. Hopefully she is a bit shorter than me and her strokes only target my thighs. My overweigh shows with a (modest) belly that rubs against her back. She goes on with her movements and even starts to stand on tiptoes and makes. "Good luck," said Ben, as he stepped off.The school bus shifted into gear and took off down the dirt road.At least Carlos knew one of the priests. The priestess was Theresa Cortez, the high priestess' aunt.The priest was Scandinavian. He had been seen around town for a few months. He had pale skin, light blond, almost white, hair, a medium athletic build, and emotionless gray eyes.Both were armed, with a pistol on each hip.The Swede opened the back door. "Get in, please."Carlos' pulse. I want you to stare directly into the lens. Don't you dare turn your face away from it," he commanded me.Sensing my reluctance to put on a show for his video, my brother began thrusting as deep into my ass hole as he could. The deep thrusts really hurt, as he purposely punched hard into my ass cavity. Sensing he would slow down on this torture if I followed his orders, I turned and stared into the camera as he directed me. As I figured, once I looked at the camera he slowed down again and.