“We have to pick up Plan B on the way for mom,” she shouted through the door.“Why? I didn’t –”“Not for you, for Scott.”“Ah yeah, for...got all about that.” * The airport ride’s soundtrack was one station playing old-school rock, then the other playing modern pop and hip-hop. Little conversation took place after leaving the motel to pick up the Plan B. Not much improvement until they arrived at the airport to collect Amanda. Pleasantries, hugs and the ‘I miss you’ statements were exchanged, and she. Nothing too unusual, you had said how tired you had become of me doing the cleaning. She was attractive, dressed slightly unusual, for someone cleaning the house. She had light brown hair, was quite tall and from first glance appeared to be wearing black stockings. She didn’t introduce herself, instead she just looked at me as I passed through the room. I found you in the bedroom. “We have a housecleaner?” “We do.” “But I normally do the cleaning, it’s no big deal.” “Well, she has some special. I'm going to shoot them."I was trying to use the voice that Martinez had used on me, when I killed my first man in-country. I heard that voice on TV coming from the horse whisperer when he was trying to gentle a spooked animal. Everybody has a first time and it's almost always scary."We knew this was coming. This is one of the potential freak out things about this little trip," I reassured her. "You said you were going to save the freak out for when we get shot at. Nobody is going to be. Then she would lap at herswollen clit with her little fourteen-year-old tongue. Her face wasgetting completely smeared with all the ball-juice dumped in her friend. When she pulled back slightly to catch her breath Marco could see thickgooey web-like strands of cum stretching from her face to Lola's cunt andass. It was an absolutely filthy sight, and he loved it. Marco grabbed her sister's head and shoved her face back into her cuntas he started to fuck her again. She lapped and sucked.