I didn’t have a key to open the door and tried to explain to her how to open the door. She was screaming and carrying on and didn’t understand wha... I was saying. I started to panic and didn’t know how to open the door. I didn’t want to call her parents, because they went on a cruise around New York City and weren’t available to help me. I didn’t want to call my parents, because they would think I wasn’t being responsible enough. The only person I could think of calling was my best friend’s. It was sex at its highest.At last, after having achieved my fullest discharge, I tightened my sphincter once to squeeze out the final drop of semen to bathe her vagina. I pulled out my tool slowly. A thick strand stretched out, joining her cunt with my cockhead as I withdrew.My semen trickled out of her s lips and flowed down to her asshole, where it seemed to get absorbed inside! It was beautifully messy as we gently disengaged from each other. Both were wet with our carnal fluids and. I reached down with my fingers and felt his warm seed dripping out of me. I brought some up to my mouth for a taste. My Daddy really pushed me over the edge that morning. I went into the bathroom and got cleaned up. When I returned my Dad was on his back and his cock was now erect once more. I knew I had to have him again.I got up over top of him and I took hold of his shaft. I slid down onto his slippery dick and Daddy's cock went all the way into me one more time. I went up and down that. I forgot most of it; I was very young at the time. I remembered standing next to my brother as we gazed at the monument. The stone heads towered over us like skyscrapers. I had the feeling in my stomach as if they were going to fall on us, so I stood close to brother, holding onto his arm with all of my strength. From there, the memories faded into remembrance of Devil’s Tower. I remembered my brother climbing on the massive rocks that had fallen from the monument, with my Daddy close to him in.