She started begging me to drink it straight from my cock and if I called her foul names while she did it, she’d stroke her clit to orgasm while she ...wallowed the stream. And that was something else. I always made her drink it in the bathtub or the shower, sure she’d spill it all and make a mess eventually but she never did. I don’t know how, still, but I sometimes like to hold her while she’s cooking and tell her how much of a good piss drinking sick fuck she is, just so I can watch her grin. She excused herself as she left, “I’ll be right back I gotta text a friend,” She tried to make a quick excuse to go leave, and play with herself. “Okay well come back you noob,” her brother said.She got to her room and got comfortable. She closed her eyes and imagined her dad eating her out, and than she imagined him slowly massaging her pussy with his big dick. She could hear people walking in and out of her house so she tried to be quite. She was fantasizing about her father fucking. Kay oversaw the goons efforts., and sent the girls out to search the school for anything they could use.While this was going on, girls were taking turns ordering on the computer. The last person to order was Lupe, who confessed that she had never a computer before. Kay assigned Alice to teach Lupe, and gave them an extra half hour to shop, since they had to go slower."When you are done, go get Angela. Bring her back with you," said Kay.Lupe had problems, at first manipulating the mouse. But by. He had a smile on his face but Lewis could see that his eyes were tearing up. ‘It was right here,’ Jim said softly. At Lewis’ questioning look he continued, ‘It was right here, near as I can figure, that I met Chante.’ He paused and took a deep breath. ‘Tell me about it Grandfather,’ Lewis requested. ‘Don’t believe I’ve ever heard the story of how you met.’ Jim smiled at the use of Grandfather. He stared off into the distance for a few seconds and began his story. ‘I’d come by the trading post.