We’re stuck here.”
“What happens when the barrier fails, Deidre?” Carla asked, laying her head on my shoulder. I was asleep on my bed beneath the stars. His hands suddenly seized my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipple. I couldn’t see what he would do next. I felt so safe in her arms. Deidre pulled her fist out of my pussy, her lips sucking at my other tit, eager to suckle that breast dry. I felt so dirty, and that made my pussy even wetter. I was snuggled up on my bed. He pulled out of me, my juices outlining his dick bobbing in the air. They were quick and lean, and moved with a deadly precision that made the Idaho national guard soldiers look like amateurs. “What is it, Daddy? “Let me just get my cock nice and lubed, then I’m fixin’ to cornhole this slut.”
“Do it!” moaned our daughter, humping her hips into my lips. It was always summer. I rubbed them and gasped. “That doesn’t sound bad.”
“No,” I admitted.
