she looked ready to work the streets. She was trying hard to look sexy but couldn’t pull it off, I saw only a victim. I changed my mind, I would not take pictures of the girl. Looking at her reminded me of something Shelby had told me years earlier about her husband, I as eyed his young friend I asked Kevin in a conspiratorial whisper “Does she have hair yet?” The son-of-a-bitch cum cemented my perverted thoughts about him by shaking his head as he said “Almost none.” I may have been having an incestuous, adulterous affair with my sister, Kevin’s japanese wife, but at least she was old enough to fuck. The japan girl my brother-in-law wanted me to photograph was by far too immature for anything but Hopscotch or jump rope. I knew without asking he was screwing her, the looks they were trading left no doubt. “Kevin, I can’t do this man. You need to stop thinking with the head of your dick and use the head on your shoulders, she could land you in prison in a heartbeat. Put your fucking pot away, put your fucking dick away, take her home, say goodbye then go back to my sister.” He started to protest “Come on man, just some pictures. Get me some good pictures sperm and I swear you will never see her again.” “No, out, take her home. She’s dangerous, get her out of my studio.” I turned to Charity “Girl, if you have any self-respect you will go home and play with your Barbie for a few more years. Don’t get caught up in an adult world yet, you are not ready for it.” Up to that moment Kevin had been an okay in-law but watching him follow his illegal piece out the door caused a major rift in our relationship. How could I face Shelby again, what should I say, should I say anything? If the girl had been a woman I might not have objected to his fucking around behind my sister’s back, I would have probably taken the pictures. But a pedophile? That was way beyond okay. I was torn. Most people who know evil shit about someone go through the same headache making thoughts. Should I tell Shelby, should I ignore what I know, should I keep Kevin’s secret that he’s fucking a fourteen-year-old? I closed up shop and ran to Lonnie. “He’s screwing a little girl?” “He says she’s almost fifteen but she looks twelve.” Lonnie rolled to her stomach, her big cumshot round brown ass cheeks dominated my interest in her nudity. “I gave it up when I was fourteen but I looked more mature. My dad used to check my panties for cum stains from the time I was twelve. When I did start screwing around I would take clean panties and throw them on the floor so if he snooped he wouldn’t find a mess.” “Were there messes?” “Let’s make this quick Suzy-girl, tongue my hole first,” Hannah directed, moving her head lower. Why are you doing this?" The stories of the young white woman - her capture, the raiding party having its way with her, the orgy of the japan night before – had quickly spread through the village. Finally someone showed me. Pics have been posted to a message japanese board a lot of students use. “How’d you like it, if I let you watch?” "Let's stop by and say hello to the technicians on duty. “It looks like you’re going to enjoy this.” I almost said Saturday, screw it, I’m cum not going, but I am so glad I did now, or I would have never met you…... You know, I hope you’re on the pill or something. I estimate we go as far as the circle where I saw his men working earlier today. “I try.” "Gonna fuck you bareback?" he finished for her. I was questioned with only a couple of questions such as ‘do I know the deceased’ and ‘how did the guy end up at our outer gate’? I turned sperm on the water and waited for the water to get warm while I cleaned off the cum with toilet paper. I spent a lot of time playing with her boobs, which I love. Her demeanor seemed to relax a bit, nodding at her handiwork. “You cumshot weren’t exactly good at hiding it.” She chuckled.