“That’s my business,” he replied. “You don’t need to know.”“Fair enough.”We spent most of the drive in silence after that. I couldn’... stop thinking about what Foster’s incentive could possibly be. After all, he was risking prison or execution, not to mention the danger of making a deal with an inhuman (literally) monster. Whatever his motivations, he wasn’t doing this just to help a rapist get his jollies.After a couple of hours we pulled down a dusty dirt road that took us to an ugly metal. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak of the swing behind me! I whipped my head so fast around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with fear, I instinctively stood up. ‘I couldn’t run back home, what if he followed?’ I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the opposite way to see if he’d follow. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fast as I could! I could hear his footsteps trailing right behind. She immediately grabbed my cock and started stroking it. "Does that feel good?" she asked as I moaned. "Yeah, you like that?"I could only mumble "uh-huh" and nod as she continued to stroke me. She seemed to be enjoying it as well; before I could do anything else she put her mouth around my cock and started sucking it. Oh, what a feeling! It's one thing to get your dick sucked, but quite another to have someone experienced doing it, and quite another indeed when it's your own sister! I moaned in. Guy: Here are your ice cream cones.Me: Thank you. Here you go, honey.I gave her the cone with Strawberry scoop.Amy: Thank you so much for the ice cream. Now for your gift, my lovely boyfriend.She kissed me in front of the guy. Oh, with a lot of tongue action.Me: Why thank you, my love. I did not expect you to do that with the barman looking at us!Amy: Why not? As you said, nobody knows us here. And I’m pretending to be your girlfriend. The barman can look all he wants! Is that wrong?Me: No, no..