Then she washed the whole area and took out a box of issues and started masturbating me. When she was jerking me off, I tried to touch her breasts, bu... she stopped me and said: "No touching."Mom heard her and said: "Are you touching her?" No, I'm not." Honey, they can touch you, but you can't. Let her help you. Is she helping you?" She's shaving me if that's what you mean."But then the girls started giggling, so Mom understood what was happening, and said: "So, she's helping you. Good."Once. "Here." Mom says, handing me the knife. "Finish making the sandwiches, Nick." Kissing me on the lips she adds, "Maybe tonight after Susan's asleep..." Her voice trails off as she slips her hand inside the waistband of my shorts and massages my hard cock. She is grinding her pussy against my leg, like a dog in heat. Mom is clearly aroused and when she's aroused, she turns to me for release, just like I suggested with the transmitter."Listen for your sister." Mom says, as she unfastens my shorts. “DAD!” she screamed, as she hugged me.“Stacy, how did you ever find us? Monica told us about the storm back there and how it had moved the mirrors.”“OH, DAD, it was horrifying to see the mirrors with limbs lying over them. I just knew both were shattered and we’d never find all of you. Neither of them was broken, and I knew I had to find a way to get back here. I was just a little off in my navigation, but here we are.”“I knew you would find a way, Stacy. I kept telling Annie you would never. His eye was ruined forever. That must have really hurt, because he let out with a scream of pain that had to be heard to be believed.He was still holding on to Pam’s wrists, so I hit him as hard as I could with the rebar across his chest. He collapsed to the floor, and I noticed that he was having a hard time breathing.Now I was ready to take care of the one with the knife. I didn’t expect any real difficulty doing that because the way he was holding the knife demonstrated that he had no.