I have a source that says we may find the child being held by a gang, of sorts, in a cabin near there." SHIT! I was no more than a mile from that cabi... less than an hour ago. I may have dropped that dumbass agent right in the middle of the sons of bitches." Maybe not. They are suppose to have a man posted at the old sleugh bridges. The hangout is in an old logging cabin of some sort downstream." I know the place. It's inaccessable by road. I've thought about fixing it up for a hunting camp.. ”“I’m told that swallowing plenty of spunk makes them bigger,” l said, “now take your top off or you might get spunk on your clothes when l cum.”“You don’t make it sound very romantic,” she said, unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off.“I’m not making love to you,” l replied, “you’re just sucking my cock. And god knows why you wear a bra, take that off too.”“What if someone comes?” She protested.“The only one cumming is going to be me when l shoot my spunk down your throat,” l. As my sister cried, covered in her own urine, I pulled out my dick and punished her by pissing all over her shirt, then all over her naked pussy as she sat bare ass on the bathroom floor. How she could do that in such a disgusting place was beyond me.But I couldn't stop myself. Even when I started to feel bad about what I was doing and how I was sounding, my insults and taunts clanging loudly off the bare walls, I kept going. I had the impulse over and over again to apologize even as the stream. " I moved my hands to my lower abdomen. She nodded and smiled approvingly before turning, stepping out the door, and closing it quietly behind her. Minutes ticked by, and they seemed so much longer without her presence. Those ten minutes felt closer to thirty. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I heard her footsteps, high heels clicking, and then the door opening. She stepped through the door, and down the two stairs. She sat on the massage table with her hands around the cup in her lap. "Not.