I called Jake to let him know what happened. He said he was glad you two survived.”“We were lucky Mr. Clifford didn’t lock the cabin,” I said....��A lot of the people who own hunting camps don’t lock them. It saves damage if someone does break in.” The sheriff opened a notebook, taking a pen from his pocket. “I need you to tell me what happened for my report.”Kelly and I took turns telling the sheriff what happened. Once he had the information he needed, he gave us the name and number of a towing. So, I sat down at the top of my bed and pressed my ear up against my wall to listen to my little daughter get banged."oooh, faster eva, suck haaaarder." Okay now mister, your turn. Get your head down there...oooh...my gooood...im gonna cum, im gonna cum. stop! get inside of my now." moaned eva.So Jason slipped his wet cock inside of evas loose pussy and started pumping hard. "huuuh...oh..oh..oh..harder. faster. yeeeaaahh." I could tell Eva was about the cum by the way her voice was getting. She can tell you what it's all about," Lisa said. Donna went home with the idea in her head. For the rest of the day, the idea of her as a stripper was in the front of her mind. That night Donna couldn't sleep. She got up and went into the bathroom. She took off her nightgown and stood in front of the full length mirror in nothing but her panties. She examined herself critically. Donna was a good looking woman, Lisa had been right about that. At 5'6", with black hair down to the middle of her. That night we had talked about my experiences at high school. I had gone to an all boys school, a very sports-oriented one at that, and I was always terrible at sports. I didn't have any real excuses, I suppose, since it isn't like I was uncoordinated, at least not terribly so, or overweight, or asthmatic, or any of the other problems kids who never seem to take to sports often have. I just hated sports, and me and the sorts of guys who were good at sports never seemed to get along anyway.As I.