”“I’ll manage eventually, just give me a few more...” Camille tried to reply quickly, but Ryan was already on his knees, right sleeve rolled, ...hoving his hand between the girl’s spread legs and into her smooth but sore pussy. “Not... there!”Too late. Ryan’s hand was deep up her canal slacked by the birth of four dozen cans. She had squeezed the last one out of her womb ten minutes ago and her birth canal was just starting to get adjusted to the absence of cold metal distention. Now a hand even. Your togetherness is so much more than the sum of its parts, especially the little parts. It will never go away. The rain clouds will not part and the sun will not appear and cast a light on a golden bed in the middle of a vineyard. A bed with a halo around it so you guys can cavort like rabbits, sipping wine from the source. If you are expecting that, you will both be sadly disappointed. Just try one day when the mood strikes you. And if it doesn't work out, well try again another day."Ray and. Things had to start getting better! But why didn't I feel this relief?I could just feel trouble surrounding me on all sides, and even as I started to move our king sized bed frame over into our new upstairs third floor master bedroom, the tightness in my chest only increased and the sense of foreboding stayed with me for the entire day!The truckers, the three independent brothers in their two semi's, arrived late in the afternoon and with belligerent bad attitudes. Yeah, the fuckers wanted. I told her “keep that up and you’ll get a face full!” “Maybe that’s what I want daddy. I like rubbing cum on my body. It feels so good.” She started sucking me in to her throat humming and running her tongue around the bottom of my dick. I grabbed her head and started to thrust up into her, fucking her mouth. She gagged a little but I didn’t stop. Just as I was ready to cum I let loose of her head and she pulled back and gulped down some air and moved her face up a little to line up with my.