"I already know."When we got to the van I turned to Chloe. "Chloe, you have to be absolutely adamant about what will happen. I may want more than what...I should have until we get to the hotel. We can kiss and do the normal teenager making out stuff, but not one stitch of clothing is allowed to be removed. Do you understand?" Even if you order me to do more?" After we get into the van, I'm not in charge, Sally is."Chloe nodded and Sally looked at me funny. "I'm in charge?"I nodded. "I don't trust. She tightened. It circled it gradually increasing the pressure and then it went to the opening and pressed. Not hard but RuthAnn stopped breathing. After what seemed like an eternity, the finger returned to her lips and started their caress. They delved between her lips which were now soaked. They found her clit and electricity shot through her body. She screamed. She bucked against the table. To her horror, she gushed. Not squirted but the wetness was soaking her thighs. She felt herself being. She sat and glared up at Sam, her wet cheeks blushing bright red with shame and outrage. "Why'd you piss on me, you fucking prick? You fucking sicko, I never said you could give me a fucking golden shower! What gives you the right-" What gives you the right to try and **** my little sister?" Sam interrupted coolly. Cynthia shut up mid-rant. She now looked suddenly fearful. She tried once more to get up, and this time Sam pushed her back down with his foot."I don't know what the fuck you're. When I got home I couldn't stop thinking about Jake and his package. I must have blown three loads imagining me on my knees in front of him sucking on his young hard cock. My wife must have started to think that something was up because I was at the bathroom so much that night.That night I fucked her and imagining that I was fucking Jake. and when I blew my load in her I imagined it was Jake blowing his load of young cum into my wife then I went down on her and lapped all of my cum up from her.