”She looked up at my smart-ass comment. “What about your girlfriend?”“We broke up a month ago.”“Two weeks before your birthday?”“She�...s a bitch.”This made mom chuckle. It was good to get back to familiar, comfortable territory. “So you couldn’t find another girlfriend?“I honestly just wanted to fuck a nasty slut and move on.” I realized I just called my mom a nasty slut but hoped she wouldn’t notice. “I can understand that.”“You can?”“Honey after your father left I had some trust issues, I. "So because youcan't really be like a real man down there," she whispered, "not evenclose, would you be a pretty sissy for me? Can you be as soft, littlegirlfriend, just for me?"I shuddered. I wanted to be a man, to respond to her like the powerfulman I felt inside me. But her fingers toying with my nipples told methat I was just a small, weak girl to her. I longed to push her handsaway from my sensitive nipples and instead hold her in my powerful arms,take the upper hand and ravage her. Abby was almost on the verge of reaching a climax when the doorbell rang. Slipping into a robe, she hurried downstairs to answer the bell. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Mae Langford standing on the front porch with her collie on a leash."Oh, Abby," the woman blurted. "Would you mind taking care of Scotty for a few days?" Certainly not," murmured the reverend's wife, her pussy tingling with delight. "It would be a pleasure." I have to go to the city to take care of my sister who is. I also got out a suppressed Heckler & Koch UMP carbine in .40 Smith and Wesson caliber and loaded up the magazines. I put these inside the tent door.I thought about what I should do with Dad. I decided to leave him where he was since I expected rescue the next day at the latest. We were out in the middle of the bald open prairie after all.I went back into the plane and tried the radio. There was nothing but static on the two-way or the am-fm. 'We must really be in the middle of nowhere, ' I.