We did a quick stop at an Autogrill to buy food, drinks, and some cigarettes, then we were on our way. We were heading to a Gipsy Camp, it was pretty isolated, 10 minutes away from the closest civilised settlement. The camp was truly ran-down, in perfect gypsy style, hygiene levels were low since the camp wasn't connected to the water mains or the power grid, people were laying around like strays animals, living in conditions of utmost filth. When our car got in there we were tattoo surrounded by few people. We blowjob were well known in there, so most of the residents didn't really pay attention to us, suddenly we see a familiar face approaching the car, just the person we were looking for. It was Lazlo, a lanky 18 years old, about 6'2” tall, he was blond with shaggy hair, typical Eastern European features, and quite pale. He was really slim like most of the 69 boys around his age in the camp, which was clear sign of malnutrition. He was wearing some baggy track suit bottoms, cheap worn out white sneakers, and a t-shirt which was two sizes too large. He was always very friendly and good humoured, with a big smile on his face which was showing a missing front teeth. “Ciao Laz, is the Prince around?”, Marco said to pigtails him. “Yeah, it's just over there”, he pointed his finger somewhere in the camp, but we could not see him, as it was pretty dark, it was 10 PM after all and the camp didn't have illumination, except for the light coming from the caravans and a bonfire burning in the middle of it. “You lads are coming for a ride?” “Sure, we got fuck-all to do, let me get him”, Lazlo replied with a big smile. As he disappeared in the dark, Marco turned to me and said “I hope they didn't bathe those last 3 days. The filthier, emo the better”, he smiled. “You are such a pig. Anyway when they ever bathe? There was a silence that hung between us, and the odd tension behind it seemed to wind tighter with each second that passed without words. She was able to keep my 75 lbs frame pinned down. My eyes flared. Of course, he does not want Doris to know what blowjob is 69 going on, and he makes sure she is unable to remember anything afterwards simply by slipping something into emo her drink. You can't ask me to have sex with you and pleasure me halfheartedly, Mommy. He wasn’t gentle and grabbed both sides of her head and trust his cock hard down her throat. I wondered how long it would be before I got ‘caught’ and let everyone know that I didn’t wear knickers. I thought, fleetingly and guiltily, about her boyfriend Ryan. Finally, she could taste the huge cock she desired so badly, tasting the head and sucking the taste from it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Guy is between Juanita and the crazy asshole I propped up in the corner while we waited and once Carlos and the crew get pigtails in it’s tattoo a bit of a mad house. She's going to make me cum so hard.” “And I have asked you before: Must you raise innocent victims?