Toward... something. Something I was supposed to do. The burden of all the Friday the 13ths makes it hard to remember.Too many Friday the 13ths. Just ...oo many. Valentine's Day is always tomorrow.I hear the scream. High pitched but cut off. Fuck the self pity. I start to jog towards the source of the sound.There are three of them. One is kneeling near her head, holding a knife to her throat. He's wrapped some sort of gold cord around her neck. It seems redundant, though it glows in the darkness.. "Hmm lucky them but today is my turn" and with that from behind I felt two of Mr Davis fingers reach around to my hairy pussy and started to rub my clit. I let out a loud groan and he expertedly rubbed and then proceeded to finger my aroused pussy until a tingly orgasam went right through my young body. "Now then Jane you have teased sir too much lately and its time for more punishment". "Yes sir, whatever you must do". I heard the unzipping of his trousers and I turned around to see this. I kept up the cunnilingus and the little girl kept responding with more writhing and more girlie juice.Lindsey said. “I think it’s time. Lay up here on the bed so she can straddle you.” Careful not to bump Madeline who was still face down and snoring, I lay on my back on the mattress, my dick sticking up like a bill spike.“I don’t know what to do,” Dakota said.“I’ll show you first,” her sister said as she stood on the mattress and squatted herself onto me. She rode me a few strokes and rubbed. "I was going to get it in the morning." Your father will get it for you," she said. She blinked. "Unless Bob wants to."Realization began to set in. Bob could only be here for one reason. And the fact that her mother even CALLED him Bob, instead of Mr. Hawkins was proof positive that he had ratted her out to her parents."You TOLD THEM!" she yipped, staring at Bob."You didn't," he said, shrugging his shoulders."I was GOING to!" she rasped."I'm glad," he said, darting a glance at her mother."Go.