He grunted, and slammed his fist down. Stonemiller snatched the photo. He looked upon the smooth faces of his daughters, and growled. Sandra was his e...dest daughter at 24. She had inherited her mothers looks with her dark red hair and blazing green eyes. In the photo, the straps to her tank top had fallen off of her shoulders. She had a mischievous smile on her milky face. Her figure reminded him of her mother's. She looked like a belly dancer with her curvy hips and tapered waist. He smiled. I turned and pressed into Doreen’s unyielding little mound. I was barely able to get the head of my cock in as Sue voiced, “Keep pushing and get it in there,” like some weird sex cheerleader.I looked down at Doreen and questioned, “Are you sure that you want this?”Doreen whispered back, “Yes…I need to do this…just don’t hurt me, please.”Realizing that she must be a virgin, I slipped a finger inside her and slowly tried to stretch her enough for a second. Once I got the second one in, I rotated. There is an inside door between the front and back garages, so no one notices when packages are moved back there.Even with expedited delivery, it took the packages two days to arrive. Boris and Natasha spent those two days scouring the web for more information on the Monty brothers. I spent them familiarizing myself with the layout of a seedy club by the name of Colonel Boogie’s that was located on the north edge of Davenport. Colonel Boogie’s advertized on the open web as a “gentlemen’s club. “Only ugly ones, the cute ones are usually assholes” she said winking.I packed the bowl she handed me, and told her I was glad I’d missed the train earlier. She gave the classic response that everything happens for a reason. I gave her the freshly packed bowl and told her to spark it. After she did she looked in my eyes and gave me another command. “Shotgun” Without hesitation, our lips formed a seal, tongues recoiled, as I took in her smoke.I held my breath, then started to exhale the smoke.