Something hard and large probed between her legs and brushed against her pubic hair. They grabbed the bowls and set the table, a big pot of beef stew sat center stage on a pineapple trivet. They made a good team. Dessert was a casual affair of homemade chocolate chip cookies. He pulled her a few feet, wholly stuck inside her clamping vagina. Face between her legs, she watched her dripping hole stretched beyond belief to accommodate Neptune’s thick red meat. She coughed and gagged mid-scream as her juices filled her mouth and went up her nose. “No problem, I’m gonna rinse my face, though,” laughed Sara. She blacked out. “Dad!” Her red lips pouted and she crossed her arms. “Yessir!” she gave him a thumbs up. The occasional smell of manure and hay filled the car, triggering a cacophony of gasping and laughter. Mary replied, “Over here!
