I mean, all it would take would be a curious squirrel—" Hey, fuck you and the horse you rode in on," she snapped, sounding genuinely offended. "Just...fucking dig, asshole."I got my laughter under control quickly. This was sure no time to piss her off. As I continued digging—which wasn't as easy as it sounded, the ground was pretty thoroughly packed—I thought it wise to back off. "I'm sorry, honey," I told her contritely."It's OK, darling," she said after a minute. "Look, I was a little rushed. I. Later she explained that she had seen the way I interacted with others and she wanted to be like me, strong, able to talk to whoever I wanted, and free to express my opinions."I, um, took pity on her, not only because she wanted to be like me, but it took courage to come up to me, she was cute, and I knew she was a good worker and a caring person. I thought she could use a friend. So I reached out my hand for her to shake, and then I hugged her. She almost fainted when I reached for her, but. It didn't take long for him to work up a decent hard-on. I was a little disappointed when Mom didn't make use of it. She just kept grinding away against his mouth. Then her jaw fell open and she began panting hard. She didn't shout when she came, just made sobbing, blubbering sounds. I could see the muscles rippling in her belly and thighs. While Mom was still cumming, Dad jacked a load out onto his belly. Watching my father jack off eased some of the guilt that I felt about my own excessive. In fact, when her gag reflex kicked in, she imagined that reincum shot out of her mouth.“My, that was tasty, Prancer. Don’t forget now, tell Santa you want me leading you by a nose. Got it?” She gave him a reinwink.“Wouldn’t you like to have me flying right in front of you, with your nose almost in my twat?”, she teased Dancer as they rutted. “Your tongue is long enough to get a few good licks in as we fly in front of the moon. Wouldn’t that be nice? Huh? How about it? Won’t you put in a good.