She answered that her name was Sarah --, and she lived on Bucknell Street. I recognized her name immediately, so I knew where she lived, though I had ...no idea that there was a woman living there by the name of Sarah. We were standing on Bucknell Street and only two houses down from where she must live. I resolved to deliver her to her house before returning to my own home.I had nothing with me to use to cover her nakedness, so all I could do was to hope that we did not see anybody before I could. I get out, follow him to his car and get in the passenger seat. He starts the car and drives it slowly into the woods, right off the side of the street. He looks at me and says ‘let’s see what we have here’ and pulls up her shirt up to her shoulders. ‘Come on, lift those arms,’ he demands. I put up her arms and he pulls her shirt over her head. I’m sitting there with no shirt, tits exposed and feeling very vulnerable. He starts to rub her tits and then to kiss them. It feels so good. He. “You will be!” I gasped, slamming hard into my sister’s climaxing cunt.Her hot flesh rippled and writhed around my dick. That hot flesh sucked at me. I groaned, my balls tightening. My pleasure would explode out of me. I would fire spurt after spurt of cum that would baste her twat. I would coat her cunt’s depths with all my spunk. I groaned, my nuts tightening. I was coming closer and closer to erupting in her.Closer and closer to spurting all that spunk into her pussy. This heady rush shot. I grabbed the bloke as he slammed one of the girls into a door, and he went arse-over into the road, got up and took a swing at me. I dodged, and gifted him a right hook; his nose took the brunt and spurted blood instantaneously. He thought about coming again, but the blood was pouring from his nostrils; he staggered off, thinking better of it. The two girls were a little shaken; the taller of the two checking the smaller prettier one over, to ensure she was ok. She then turned and thanked.