” “No way Donald! Gosh, mom will freak out if you get caught in here with me.”As Donald yanks the covers off Beth, he instantly inhales her Arom...tic gash. He sees that green thong from earlier, laying outside her left thigh. “Been playin wit dat horny pussy aincha. Bet you was thinking bout my big ole dick you was tapping on thru your magazine tonight huh.”“Donald!! Oh my God, mom will kill us. Stop!”“Don’t worry bout little ole Cindy… Ron is keeper her busy in her bed. Shush and listen.” She. Finally he paced his way all the way up to me,and his cock was less than 6 inches from my face,he says into his phone "i gotta go,call you later" and hangs up. i still had my eyes on his manhood,unable and not wanting to look away,and after he hung up he says very loudly,"can i help you with something?" i was speechless,had no words,but still couldn't take my eyes off his massive dick. he said it again "can i help you with something?" i finally managed to look up at him,but still couldn't. My cheeks flushing at the thought of asking him my coming question. “You can ask me anything, White Dove,” he replied while chewing on what little breakfast we had. “Well, I noticed our food supply is running thin. I don't know how far we are from where we're going, but I'd like for you to teach me to hunt. I want to help out. I can't leave all the work up to you.” I remember asking my father to take us girls hunting when I lived at home. We did it more for fun of the sport and less to survive. Normally I would put the mags out of sight when people were coming along, unless I was in the right spot and I could take the chance of being seen. I loved being seen ogling my mags, a real perv and wanker so excited just looking at his dirty books. In the red light districts, the sexy-dressed sex-queens would take the piss, doing the wanker sign with their hands at me, calling out 'wanker!' and 'pervert!', which I loved. I was already worked up looking at the pics but when girls saw me and.