I would like to watch her do it. Anyway... I heavily lube my prick and I pressed the bottle against my little sister's asshole and squirted some insid...e of her. I noticed she was very quiet. I think she was nervous. If my cock hurt her pussy... Then her asshole was about to get one hell of a workout. gg. This is my little sisters gaping asshole. Isn't it beautiful? I love it when her butthole gets stretched like that? I can look right into it. She had a death grip on the blankets. I told her it. And I know your car and bag are still here. So open up before I kick this fuckin’ door down.”Lillian shook with fear but didn’t stop masturbating. She didn’t know what would happen if he kicked open the door and saw her there, naked and masturbating. What would he do to her? She imagined a number of things but they only made her hornier.The knocking was now pounding. “Listen, cunt, I’m giving you to the count of three. One . . .”That was it she had to get out of there right now. Oh, god she was. Christmas for us meant watching other kids out playing with their presents, we never got any of our own, none of the other kids would go near us, their parents wouldn't let them in case they caught fleas off us!We had fun sometimes though, we built our own den in amongst a few trees in the local woods and if I'd managed to catch a rabbit in my snares, we'd build a fire and cook it while pretending we were out in the wild west scouting for the 7th cavalry.Sometimes in summer we'd even sleep. She was carrying a few more bags; it looked like she had bought a few things.Eventually, Jon sent me a photo from fairly up close of my mom in the beach shop, looking at red, orange, and blue bikinis: small strips of fabric on even smaller hangers. The next shot was her stepping out of a dressing room in just the tiny red bikini, her fit body glowing in the store lights and the handsome young clerk smiling and nodding, urging her to purchase the sexy garment.Jon didn't sent me any more messages.