That was almost fun. It was kind of like a water gun fight when we had been kids.We took a cigarette break at this point while I looked over the propo...ed route for today. Our next obstacle looked like one of those large caves with the guarded apron out front. It was only a few hundred yards away, so we prepared for it as our next likely action.Yeah, when we got close, we could see the carefully swept sand—a sure giveaway that some monster was hiding just below the surface waiting for us.. She was shocked by that but they explained that after today’s confrontation people they didn’t even know were coming up to them and asking them about what they did last week and how it all happened. They too had been talked to by the administration but weren’t in any trouble either.“Actually, if you don’t mind coming into my trailer and doing it there so that my Uncle Frank can meet you and see that I was corrected, Miss Heather?” Harley addressed the sister who spoke up.“You really want us to. I swear that I was so burned out that given notice of an imminent nuclear war I would have commented, "Yeah? So what."I packed my VW Golf and headed for the nearest natural attraction--Bull Shoals in southern Missouri. I got the urge to utilize campsites rather than hotels. I bought a thirteen foot Scamp trailer with a fiberglass shell, and had a towing package added to my VW. I bought the thing loaded with almost every factory option to be had and had them weld another step on the door sill to. As for her mother, my father said, “I didn’t tell you to speak, bitch.”He ripped her panties as he removed them, he pushed her skirt down and off, then Dad flipped her onto her belly as if she were a feather. What followed made me sick. Only Yvonne sucking on my cock brought me back to her. My father spanked Yvonne’s mother viscously. I had never seen him so cruel. She cried and she screamed for a long time before she went silent. Her ass cheeks had handprints on them long before they became.