Pronounced Zee, not Zed. I lived with my mom and my 2 years younger sister, Fran. Mom worked as a model. Not every lady of 31 could do that, but she c...uld. Thinking back I’m pretty sure she did a little hooking on the side. I do remember babysitters at random times. I thought she was dating, looking to replace her ex.I do not remember our dad, the ex. He split when I was 2 and Fran was a baby. From what little mom said about him she was glad to have him gone.Mom had her name with several. I leaned forward as it got later and told the five men left my idea. They thought I was crazy but thirty minutes and they had agreed. The next morning I found an old abandoned fishing boat and even got sails.The men arrived as I was getting it ready. They brought the rations and fresh water and the few edged weapons we were taking. I had a long spear I had converted, instead of a point I had a single shot barrel from a shotgun. The rounds were all heavy loads with solid slugs that I sealed with. I looked down at the fabric that was still heated from her body and couldn’t help noticing that they felt damp. Still stroking my dick and watching my wife slowly lean into the pussy that the cloth had just been covering, I brought the panties to my face and inhaled the sweet musky scent of woman. My balls were full to bursting and to avoid blowing my load right then I handed the panties back to Tom. He laid them over his straining prick before again wrapping his hand around the. We had sat down at a small table in the corner and I decided to find out more about her. “So, tell me, Diane, how did you end up here?”She looked at me for a few seconds. “Well, I’m from Saint Louis and just graduated from law school at Wash U. I wanted to work in town, but this was the best place for me to be close to the family, but far enough away at the same time, you know what I mean?”I knew. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”“I wanted to be on the prosecution side to learn the ropes and this.