It doesn’t squirt. It floods their crotches. They both become sticky. She hasn’t had enough to drink so her fluids are tangy sweet as the odor fil...s the air. He pounds into her more resolute. The slip-smack sound of his pistoning cock in her fills the room. Echoing off the bare walls. He gruntsshe squeals “Yes Daddy! Fill my cunt. Give me the good stuff.”She cums again. Clamping his tool like a wet vice.He rams home again. Bumping her cervix and holding it there as he unloads his own depleted. ‘Yuk, you smell of beer,’ Bess said, when he climbed into bed. ‘You’ll have to wait till morning for your aerobics. Dad’s fine – reckons robbery was the motive. He’s pleased as punch because on the TV clip he was described as ‘The charismatic Chevy dealer Barron Pfeiffer.’ ‘I’m glad he’s fine, I’ll visit him in the morning.’ Before going to the hospital Benni, driving a gray compact he’d taken from the pre-owned lot, parked across the street from the Police Chief’s home and pretended to be. I was taught at an early age to write my name, then read and write a bit. I took to numbers better than most others in our village. The family farm raised oxen, goats, chickens and pigs. We had three milk cows. We ate well enough and had enough to trade for what we needed come market days. I took to the smithy early as a way of getting free from the drudgery of field work. I apprenticed to Gerald when I was but eight. He was a good master and only beat me when I proved to be lazy or an ass. I. "What would you want to do a fool thing like that for anyhow? The dang hound looks like he's a holdin' his own, he likely don't need your help nohow." No ya dern idiot, I was wishin' that I could lick my own nuts," he said."Shit fire Jed, if I was you, I'd take my chances on them dog balls, they'd likely be a site cleaner," I returned."Oh fuck you Jake and that mangee old horse of yers too," he said turnin' red in the face."Not on yer best day pard, and don't you go badmouthin' my stud neither,.