I apologize." You have nothing to apologize for," Ann replied.Ann could see that Bob was uneasy with the way that the conversation was going, "I'll be...glad when we get back home. I've really enjoyed this trip but I miss talking to Brenda. I know that she's only hours away but I feel like she's on another planet and I can't reach her."Bob looked at his watch, "You'll see her in about eight or nine hours. We'll refuel in Gander and then fly to Hopkins Airport in Cleveland. We'll get Brenda on the. The look on his face spoke care and adoration. As he drew on the eons-old instinct and began thrusting in and out, the tingles and the prickly skin started almost instantly. Responding to her own instinct, she wrapped her calves around his buttocks and thrust back at him in rhythm, chanting "So good! So good! So good! Oh, God! So good!..."As he regained more awareness of the situation, he was able to relish the feelings, but even more the responses from his beloved mother. Every answering. Her eyes opened, a pleased smile on her face.“Morning,” she purred.“Honey ... did we... ?” I swallowed. Did I really want to know? Had we really molested our sleeping, fourteen-year-old daughter? What type of terrible parents were we.“I hoped you didn’t regret last night,” purred my wife. “Because it was so hot watching you take Tiffany’s cherry. Mmm, you pumped so much cum into our daughter’s virgin snatch. I bet you bred her. I bet she has Daddy’s baby growing inside of her.”“Fuck,” I. “I sometimes think that my goodwill gesture could very well be a mistake. Perhaps I should have let him bleed out.” When the Second started to say something, the First motioned for him to wait. “I know. I know. You tried to tell me that from the beginning, but for some reason that even I do not understand, I decided to let him live. I know that he needs killing, but that would be a black mark that would follow me for as long as I live – which will most probably be only until we returned home,”.