"She swallowed and sighed. "I want to go home." That, Maggie, I am afraid will never happen."Maggie woke up in a dark room. It was a dark like she had... never seen before. Always before there had been some light somewhere so that she could eventually get some sense of where she was. Here, she saw nothing.The last she remembered was in the car. With the man. Seifert. He had taken a cloth from his pocket and placed it over her mouth and nose. It smelled like chemicals, maybe a little like the vodka. The feel of feminine flesh around my manhood was only a few weeks old to me, but I'd felt it many, many times recently, but even still it shuts off my brain and curls my toes with ecstasy. Everything else was forgotten. My word and plans meant nothing. Neither did the fact that the woman I was now making love to was my sister. All that mattered was the squelching wetness enveloping me, the short pleated skirt rustling over my hips, the soft delicate fingers pushing down on my chest, and the. That really didn’t bug me all that much; while I don’t get squeamish at the sight of blood, I don’t feel all that compelled to join in, either. Marilyn was getting a general, so she would be out of it anyway. I found a seat in the hallway and waited to find out what was happening. I suppose it was the same way back when my dad was waiting for my mom to deliver us, although I didn’t smoke two packs a day like he did then. I even paced up and down the hallway for a while. An hour and a half. He pulled out until just the head remained in me, then slammed himself deep into my pussy again, holding it while he shot another huge rope of cum deep inside me. He did this about 4 more times, holding himself deep inside me each time, as he emptied all of his cum into my tingling cunt.Finally, he stopped pumping, and just stood behind me with his big dick still deep inside me, both of us catching our breath for a minute. As his prick softened, I could feel the mixture of our cum juices.