It covered my cock, Chris's hand, everything. As Chris suddenly sat back a bit, opening her pussy even more with her own hands, actually releasing my ...ick. And though she'd already been in the throes of her own climax, she too began to spurt, that slick sticky sliver of girl-cream suddenly shooting out and up, joining her mother's, which continued to pour out from her. The floor now a wet slick mess, my wife's cunt dripping in sperm, her daughter's sweet sticky sauce, as well as her own.The. "Ready to go?" I asked standing up.Kate was dressed in an almost skintight black t-shirt and denim jeans, a brown leather jacket only slightly too large for her on to protect her from the cold outside. The red mane of hair that she usually let go in every direction was combed straight and pulled back. She was borrowing the clothes from Beth today which was why they were a little big on her small frame.I was once again struck dumb unsure what to say she looked like a slightly puffy version of a. She was told that it had better be this way at all times, or she would be beaten and whipped. But, since it was her pussy that had stubble, it would be her pussy that got whipped.“Ok,” said Linda, “I think it is time to get something to eat. Tracy, are you hungry?”“Oh, yes, Ma’am.”“Good, let’s go get some burgers and fries for dinner!”Tracy got up and went to pick up her clothes to get dressed, but was stopped by the girls.“What do you think you are doing cunt?” asked Linda. “Did we tell you to. At least it was all I felt I needed. Anything more than that, I figured on throwing it, I would be more likely to hit the target with it that way.I returned the Scooter to the car wash’s bay four, aka my shop. So at the end of that day, I had the pistol, my light weight stun gun and heavier collapsible baton tucked away in my vest. I also had a total of two miles on my pedometer. Those two walks were made during that one day. So each walk was only one mile. The mile took me over an hour’s time.