At least the appliances are full size and I won't have to build my own fire, I thought.After I saw what I needed I drove to the local Walmart store. I... chose it only because I didn't know another store that might have everything I needed in one stop. I hated to go shopping all over town.My shopping list at Walmart wasOne Bed in a Box. Two lamps small and plastic. Two plastic shoe box racks each holding four boxes. One knock together plastic desk One very small flat screen TV A box full of. From the Gill Street Gang -- childhood friends who'd formed a short live, joke of a garage band and remained close to today -- there were Pete, Carl, Hank, and Cliff. Pete's wife Lois and Carl's long time girl friend Sas were in, as were Leena's sister Joy and a new neighborhood couple -- lesbians, who had seemed tense with one another all evening -- Deb and Rita."That's nine," Tom said, "eleven counting us."Leena donned a sheepish smile and pointed to the lower steps of stairs where a. ”“Of course!” she gasped. “I'm your little sister.”I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my hard dick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my little sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little sister should. There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.“Yes,” I groaned as her tongue swiped over the spongy tip of my crown. She gathered up the glob of precum.She. I was trying to beg and plead through the gag in my mouth when I felt my attacker lunge deep in my bowels and unloose a torrent flood of his man juice. The viciousness of the assault on my butt was bad enough, but to have him wash my insides in his vile substance was to much. As I tried to buck him off, it only seemed to encourage him to continue his onslaught. For what seemed like hours I was sat upon in this fashion till my marauder was satisfied at last. Slowly the b**st in my anus began.