She hardly had any boobs, and she had freckles, and she was just a girl. She thought back to what had happened only hours before, and decided she wasn...t just a girl any longer. She still felt the same, but she decided she was different. It had happened so quickly, and had been so violently wonderful, that her memories of it were like jigsaw puzzle pieces that she couldn't quite fit together to make a plain picture.All she could remember with any real clarity was how happy she'd been that it was. She is coming. Thrashing about, squealing, arms, and legs flailing. I feel the cream rising in my balls and stop moving as her orgasm subsides."You Bastard!" she cries, "Why did you stop?" I want to try something different,” I say.I withdraw from her and roll her gently over, placing the rolled shirt under her hips. Her ass rises off the blanket in a nice pyramid. I straddle her, and grabbing her ass with both hands, I open her cunt to me again, slamming my cock home in one stroke. She squeals. They both have auburn hair, a little curly, little Julia has it long reaching her waist, and they both have deep brown eyes like their mother. They have a combination of both our complexions, a little lighter than their mother, being blessed with her nose, and her full lips and smile, the shape of my eyes and my chin. They are four and are little daredevils, they love each other very much and are always playing together, as natural, Little Julia is closer to me and Brice is closer to his. They were also supposed to repaint the interior and refurbish the dashboard.Pulling up to the curb, Jerry got out of the car. Martin let loose a loud whistle when he saw the bandages on Jerry’s hands and the blood on his pants. He asked, “What in the hell happened to you?”Picking up the scooter from the back of the truck, Jerry grunted, “There was an accident and they needed the door taken off of a car.”As Jerry sat the scooter on the ground, Martin asked, “And so you pulled the door.