They were our foster parents and were strict, fair, and down-to-earth kind of people. Since they were both in their sixties they didn’t take small c...ildren, only teenagers who could help around the farm. There used to be a fourth girl, Janet, but she had turned eighteen the previous week and was let out into the world to care for herself. I didn’t think she would last very long and most likely end up in jail. She was a bit of a thief.The Jacksons normally only took in girls but the social. ”“Proper piss-buddies?” he asked, incredulously.“Sure,” I replied, not fully comprehending what that meant.“Face me,” he ordered, as we stood next to the drain.Next, Giuseppe grabbed hold of his dick and began spraying piss all over my crotch. Naturally, I returned fire and soon our stomachs, crotches, and legs were sodden with piss as we guffawed with delight.As we stood looking at one another with empty bladders afterward, on an impulse I lifted my soaked hand to my mouth and commenced. Franz wanted the sex but not like this, she felt like a prostitute and that seemed all he wanted, without paying! At least, when she asked him to drive her back to the meeting spot he did. He apologized for what he did. He asked for a second chance. She said no and he asked if at least he could kiss her. She sent him on his way and that was that, she went straight home, changed her thong which he had soiled with his dirty hands, and showered. She wanted to wash away all memory of the incident . The girls had been warned not to give explicit descriptions of us, just to say that we were one man and one woman who wore masks. By now, the cops would know who the Hornets were, so there was no chicanery going on here.We had paused in our chase of the Irish Mafia for three weeks after the attack on Sean Murphy. Our next target was John Callahan. He was the one who had actually tried to cut off my clit. He had been my original choice for my first target, but I was concerned that Sean Murphy.