I was imagining not just me and you but also me and her...even me and her and her husband as well; he's a sheep farming, rugby playing b**st of a man ...nd I just wanted to rip his clothes off! I did think about going home, stopping all the silly thoughts and scenarios that were playing out in my head...but I couldn't make myself leave.I came out of my room and went downstairs to find that her husband had taken the c***dren to go and watch some rugby at a friend house and as he'd be having a few. She used it afterwards to wipe her own excess cum out of her pussy. Fresh, they both walked to the front door. Misty’s mom opened the door and Thomas did a double take. She looked more like Misty’s sister than her mom. She stood about 5'3" small body with large tits. She had jet-black hair and lights eyes and very pretty just like her daughter. Misty’s mom was very friendly and they talked about what he did and how they met and that sort of thing. As they did, Misty’s dad came into the room.. It looked like they were prepared to board someone wearing a suicide bomber vest and blow us up.That scared us.Edward called back to the boat, alerted the crew, and ordered extra bodyguards to escort us back.Winnie drew her pistol and held it down along her side, ready to use it on anyone that approached, no matter how innocent looking. We put Regina between us and moved quickly to the relative safety of the boat. Edward's men collected the assailants and got them safely onboard.While Edward. ." I began to say before quickly being cut off."No one wants to hear a cunt's life story", he interrupted. "Just pick a number, this is a half hour show and coming up next is How I Met Your Flogger".My head began to feel fuzzy and I swallowed hard in embarrassment. "I'd like the number two please Sir." Two it is!" He shouted to an enthusiastic audience as the spotlight highlighted the tall blonde girl holding case 2. She stepped forward, her large breasts jiggling with each step until she made.