She moves forward so her body is off of mine. Roboticly, I follow her instruction. I cant help myself. Her own hands deftly get my slacks undone and...my now fully attended 8 inches is bobbing in the chill of the air conditioning. She shifts again and I can feel every millimeter of protruding flesh as she slides onto my crotch. Shes impaled herself on my organ. Every mollicule of my being is on fire. Shhhhhh. She whispers into my ear. Just let it happen. I need this. don’t make me climb. " For how long?" Honey asked in the same flat tone as her sister.Becky looked up at her with wide blue eyes. "It's one of these golden years' trips, you know for the retired folks. Go and spend the winter in some sunnier climate." How long?" The shock left her numb."Three months, maybe longer."Honey dropped down on the sofa next to her little sister. She stared unseeing at the wall across from her, her thoughts in chaos for a moment."Of all the rotten... , selfish... , inconsiderate... ," she. ”“Oh,” Alyssa said. “I’m only twelve, actually.”I brought my saw up to the board, lined it up with the line I had drawn earlier, and began to cut. “How do you like the neighborhood?” It was the first question that came to mind, but Alyssa did not immediately answer. When I looked up, I saw that she had her eyes closed. Her hands were on the sawhorse behind her, but she was leaning forward at her hips, so her round little tits were thrust out toward me as she arched her spine and pulled her. ”“Please,” she replied, opening her mouth. She was a quick learner.“Wait.” I knelt beside her, reaching into the shadows. Moments later thick pink leather wrist cuffs bound her wrists behind her back. I loved the colour pink on women I was about to desecrate. It made them seem almost innocent. “Much better.” I rose up, standing in front of her parted lips. Obediently she took my cock back into her eager, hungry mouth.This time I made her do all the work, directing her to lathe my cock with her.