I couldn't believe it his bitch of a sister had come home, she was downstairs moving around. My cock was aching as we heard her come upstairs and when...she went into her room all I could think of was Sean's ass in front of me. I couldn't help myself I held my swollen cock to his asshole and pushed in, I quickly thrust in deeper and faster my hand over his mouth stifling his moans. I thrust faster and faster, my 7 inch cock deep in him, stretching his hole. I heard his sister in the room below. Sometimes they want money for it. In fact, you'd be surprised how many cunts want money for it, especially among the hitch-hikers. They've been spoiled by guys who are willing to pay for it. I say this because, you see, the hitch-hiking broad is of a certain breed. She's been shown all the dirty pictures that guys carry with them in their cars to get broads like them hot. She's been told all the dirty stories to juice them. And she's been offered money for it. Above all, she's been offered. I had always loved to read and write, and often wrote poetry in the guise of songs. Most hast a hard rock, or punk flair to them and when in one of our conversations waiting for the professor I mentioned this she quickly said, ‘I’d love to see them sometime.’ I breathlessly answered, ‘Yes . . .um yeah, sure.’ She knew I had no class after this and asked, ‘What are you doing after class?’ ‘Well, first running back to my dorm room to get my songs,’ I hesitated, ‘or walk with you to show them. Instead, she forced a stoic expression upon herface and looked over at her companion. The other woman smiled atCallie. It was a firm but gentle expression and Callie couldn't helpbut marvel at her composure.A ripple of applause drifting back to their seats from the front of thearena brought Callie's attention back to the stage. The house lightshad started to go out. This is it, Callie thought to herself. Shepulled out a pair of binoculars and focused them in on center stage.Suddenly, a.