” So without trying to be offensive, I explained that I merely thought the way they were dressed was silly. Trust me it’s hard to tell someone you...think they’re goofy looking without being offensive. They took it quite well I thought. Instead of leaving they started a conversation with small talk and why I was parked way back here. There were still a few cars driving past so we weren’t completely isolated but traffic was spaced well apart.We talked for about ten minutes when one of them said. I revelled in pleasuringhim in such a degrading way, slowly I was warming to being his fucktoy..... this was my true place in life. Fortunately a little bit ofsanity remained so I tried to fight the compulsion. Sensing the slowingdown of my licking he pulled away."On you back pig," he demanded.On my back I watched him squat over me anticipation mixed withtrepidation. Know what was coming I took a deep breath. And then his hotflesh was surrounding me suffocating me. However I did not care I. "Oh baby!" Rick cried, his prick at last buried somewhere soft and warm.He leaned over her, starting right in on some fast, hard fucking. His cock ached from all the time it had had to wait while he ate her out in the car. But now, unfurled to its maximum length in the depths of her cunt, he worked the kinks out of it and his back by fucking his sister like there was no tomorrow.His prick soared into her cunt, slamming against its back wall. Anita arched up, clearing the path for his fucking. As sordid as it is. You can judge me all you wish - it obviously bothers me not!In truth, I don't see how I grew up and what I became as so terrible. In fact, I rather enjoyed it.You see, from my earliest teenage recollections, my mother would tend to my normal urges. What I mean is that she would suck me to orgasm.Shocking to you is it? I can fucking care.I'd like to admit my mother was a hot thin woman that looked half her age - she wasn't. She was attractive enough, in her voluptuous sort of.