She seemed genuinely pleased at my offering and engaged in light conversation."You look kind of young," I said. "You a cop?"She smiled again. "I was g...ing to ask you the same thing." Well, good. Now that we've gotten that out of the way--" My name's Kelly." Uh...call me Skipper. That's what they've been calling me for the past 15 years. Been too long now to even remember my real name."She chuckled heartily at that and ran her pink fingers through her long hair. She leaned into me and spoke in a. The door wasn't completely closed. I used my foot to open it and walked inside my new home with my girl in my arms."SURPRISE!!!"Jill's arms got tighter around my neck and she buried her face in my chest. I let go of her legs and eased her to the floor, keeping my arm around her waist.Mom and Sara were there, of course. Mary was not asleep on the couch but was in my living room, grinning and exposing her new dental posts. John, Wanda, Alex and a woman I didn't know were all standing behind them,. Dustin continues, I guess seeing how he's pushing everyone's 'buttons'. “And Matthew always talking about jackin-off. What the fuck is that”? Dad still standing, yanks the belt. I went into terror mode—Dustin was still way too little for that bullet belt dad wore all the time. I had flashbacks of my own days of whelts raising up on my back—b l e e d I n g. I grab dad by the arm, and beg “dad---dad--chill. Your too worked up dad—lemme handle Dustin”. It took a few moments for dad to calm down,. Will was standing a few foot away grinning. Thanks, I said, I turned to walk away and “accidentally” dropped my bag. I stood with me feet just more than shoulder width apart, my back to the group of teenagers, and slowly bent over at the waist. As I bent down my short dress rode up over my ass and by the time I got down to my bag my long moist lips, my damp pussy hole that I had only minutes before been fingering, my firm ass cheeks and my tight asshole were all clearly on show to the group. I.