"Well, d'uh!" she exclaimed, then fluttered her fingers up and down her stiff, nickel-diameter nipples, making the nearly inch-long protuberances jigg...e. Aimee laughed, watching her quivering nipples. "A fuckin' stiff breeze gets'em all har'n'shit," she commented with casual vulgarity. "Mebbe at's why I masserbate like... ten times a fuckin' day..."I stared at my daughter, deciding not to chastise her for her language. She was drunk, I told myself, and did not know what she was doing. And. Writing each part as I finished the previous part meant thatI backed myself into corners too many times (many of you rightly calledme on details that didn't fit). If I do write again, I'm also going tofind someone to proofread for me. Biggest single mistake was thesouthern drawl; I liked and still like the idea of Karli having thataffect, but writing the dialogue was difficult and time consuming.For anyone wondering, yes, I am a runner and am in fact getting ready torun my 10th half marathon. I think that day my jeans were off and I was bent over that log with my hair fisted in his hand within five minutes of getting out of the car. He didn’t even take his jeans off, simply opened the fly and pulled his cock out. He fucked me with no thought to my own pleasure; he needed to fulfill a wild need that was almost feral, something about the view and the clean cool air I suppose. Luckily for me my clit continually bumped against a knot on the log and when I heard a low growl come from. "Jeff got his cameras out of the car. Then we followed Paul inside. The guys sat around in the living room and watched while, after being ordered to do so by Jeff, Tawney and I undressed.Jeff put Barry right to work recording our every debasing, degrading act with the video camera.Undressing didn't take long. It wasn't as traumatic as it might have been since we were already all but naked.Jeff ordered us to turn around slowly so that his friends could get a good look at us. Then he said, "You.