Dads hands replaced Moms on my hips and I felt something bigger than a finger pressing against my pucker. I tried to relax as Dads cockhead slowly str...tched my asshole as he pushed his cock up my ass. It hurt. The pain was pretty sharp until his cockhead pushed through my muscle ring. He pushed in all the way until I felt his pubic hair brush my ass. I expected to see his cock pop out of my mouth. I was stuffed full of father cock. I heard Mom say something about how beautiful it was to see her. I sat in wonder watching the tide at the Bay of Fundy despite a fog so thick that I could barely see twenty feet. I thirsted to live where I could hear the slap, crush and churn of the waves against the shore.My online research suggested that I not try for the west coast because of the over-population of the entire seaboard. I did not tolerate damned fool crowding well. I held great respect for hurricanes and did not want to get "up close and personal" with one. Thus the southern and. She stood in a grey and white dress, tightly fitting around her chest and waist with a bodice around her upper torso over the dress made of leather and bound tight with strings pushing her breasts up to the air.Her short blonde hair was now braided, but shielded by her cowl pulled over her head, with her blue piercing eyes bearing down on Bartand.She was smiling slightly, as she wore her own swordbelt discreetly beneath her robes, and a dagger swung in its scabbard on her hip."Lady Lott, by god. “Keep a sharp lookout. He said 9:30, but may be late on purpose,” Hill told them. I let them stew for a few more minutes before calling Hill on my smart phone.“Hill,” he answered.“Mr. Hill, we have been waiting for some time for you and your briefers at the end of the small church parking lot just west of the football field,” I told him before ending the call. I had already tapped into all of the video cameras that they had installed, and watched as Hill and his assistants loaded back in to.