I opened the passenger door and grabbed for her arm. She was a tiny thing and easy to pull out. I deliberately didn't hold on to her as tightly as I c...uld have. I pulled the hood off her face. She immediately jerked her arm out of my grasp and started to try to run away. I was ready for her. The drive to the barn in the cramped floorboard had caused her leg muscles to tighten up and so she was a lot slower than she had realized she would be. She managed to make about three steps before I. She thought of Dale; how pathetic he was in comparison. Did she care? No, she was lying there helpless, being stretched, stuffed and filled by cock. These strangers that she'd flaunted herself in front of, sensing she was hungry for their cocks, had cleverly played her so she'd let herself get into this situation. But she didn't care. She looked down on her tight little body being used by big black cocks.She moaned again on Jordan's shaft as Nate seemed to increase his pace again. What a whore. I could have warned him of the boy's considerable capability to produce an abundance of semen had I been given the chance. Shaking my head to rid myself of the unthinkable possibility of him getting my aunt pregnant, the sister of the man from whom I was now coercing the last few reluctant driblets of his own 'baby-makers'. I was struggling with both realizing and reminding myself that he was a blood relative, not paternal where we would share the same genes, but maternal, nonetheless, blood. Would anyone like to take a guess at what some of these might be?" Gang colors." Yes. There have been multiple incidents of violence because someone was offended by the color of certain articles of clothing on another or the articles of clothing themselves. This is not to be confused with people who have no fashion sense."There was some semi-polite laughter when she said that."Any other problems with clothing?" Guns." Very good. Clothing often offers a way of hiding not only guns, but weapons.