' Not that we lived in a dangerous area, but there have always been freaks around.She then went on to say that she told her parents that I never left ...the garage but stayed for a little while to drink a glass of water. "It was believable because you were only here about thirty minutes or so."I then told her that we were going to have to be careful because of her “watchdog” neighbor.She told me about this vacant lot behind her house that her parents owned. It was heavily wooded and full of. Eloise has contacts there from her time in Egypt with Napoleon.”He gave me a sorrowful look. “May I say I was how appalled I was at her treatment of your sister? It went far beyond the normal bounds of perversion, and was detrimental to our income. Your sister’s writing was a gold mine for the Organisation, we could not print her books fast enough, and now there will be no more. A great loss of income to the Organisation...”“And to her family,” I said, my fist balled, ready to strike him.“Of. I thrust once in one hole, then once in the other. Switching like this was tiring but she began to moan fairly loudly. I gave her a pillow to bite down on, to block some of the sound. Our parents were still awake, so her making a lot of noise was not a good idea, even though it turned me on even more. One of my hands constantly fingered her clit while the other constantly circled or probed her asshole. She came again, her juice stuck to my fingers so I lifted my hand to her face and let her. I think of a female sitting at her desk, her pussy getting moist with desire and letting this story lead the way. I imagine her hand drifting between her legs as my cock rises to the occasion. I stare down briefly and yes, it’s at its full five and three quarter inches (honesty counts, and every little bit helps). I squeeze my thighs together pushing the spiky little egg against my balls. I watch intently as my cock’s bulbous head pushes forward. A part of me wants to reach down and stroke.