She was a hell of a runner.Maybe she could get away from the hundreds and hundreds of thrashing,undulating penises that sought to penetrate her every ...rifice. Scanningthe forest of phallic plants, Buffy charted a course through herattackers, and rushed past the writhing stalks, hoping against hope thatshe'd make it through the gauntlet of pricks.She'd gone no more than a dozen yards before she tripped over one of thepenises and fell headlong to the ground. Immediately, twenty or morepricks were. Robert led her to his car, even though she'd driven there.“I drove,” she told him.“I will bring you back.”Once seated, Robert reached over and ran his hand up her leg, under her dress and to that soft spot in the middle. Wiggling his finger under her thong, he gently stroked her sex slit, almost sending her off the seat. No man, not even her husband, had touched her there in such an intimate fashion. Robert pulled his finger from her cunt and sucked it while staring into her eyes. The intense. Nothing could be done to avoid me shedding tears, but I knew he liked it."Maybe I want her to see us having sex too, Mom. She can masturbate to us, and get herself ready for both us, how do you like the sound of that?" You better not be making love to me then, she'll get off when you are pounding me doggie style, horndog." I like that, Mom."I brought my hands over to his face and caressed his cheeks ever so softly. "I love you, Todd, more you could ever imagine," I made clear before I kissed. "Here are the ground rules for keeping you three alive," he jumped right in, as we zipped away from the Branson strip. "We'll move you quickly to the plane, which is in a hangar surrounded by friendlies. Our person – from your personal protection detail – is in charge. They don't go, until we say they go. No one does anything until we agree that they do.The ride to Branson Airport was quick, and the traffic was surprisingly sparse. When Rebecca mentioned it to Colleen, Agent Ortega responded..