Where the hell that came from, I had no idea."No, I don't dislike you, Linda. If you really want to know, I think you're okay. Your my sister, and if ...ou ever get your brain to work, you could actually be a real sweetheart. But there've been times, since you got boobs and a wet pussy, that I wonder if you've lost all those little grey cells that used to be inside your head. For the last couple of years, all you seem to think about is sex, sex, and more sex. Shit, I'm beginning to wonder if one. The man seemed to understand and told me to have seat and that he'd take a look at the car. He went out there with a note pad and wrote down some stuff and headed back in the gas station.He went in the back and I could hear him talking to the others back there but I couldn't see them from where I was and I couldn't really understand them but I heard them all laugh about something (I figured it was about my misfortune) and then the guy walked back in the front where I was. He did some. She turned towards me and we both stood there for a moment, looking at each other. Her eyes scanned down, surely she saw my hard boy cock poking against the towel. My gaze was virtually locked on her panties which were now pressed against her breasts. She followed my gaze and looked down at the panties. She moved a step closer to me, then stopped.“Oh no!” she said, “Whatever this is all over my panties, I’ve got it all over myself”“Michael, Sweetie, can you hold these for me please?”She stepped. ...I did he grabbed me head as he thrust into my mouth over and over I was gagging as he trustedover and over and over he kept repeating that's it you faggot suddenly my mouth filled with his spunk, there was loads of it, he pushed his cock into my mouth andheld my head I swallowed I had no choice, he pulled out of my mouth, stand up he said as I did he grabbed my cock and was rubbing my cock, Come on CuddlesI wanna see you Spunk you fucking faggot,seconds later I released I think the biggest.