This was different.There was no map. I don't just mean that I didn't have one, Jasmine didn't have one either. Didn't want or need one.We were just tw... travellers meandering as if taking route 55 and whatever detours might strike our fancy instead of the interstate.When she broke the kiss, I felt a rush of disappointment... this brief moment of intimacy was unlike anything I had ever felt and suddenly it was over. My breath caught and I almost sobbed. Not a sob as in weeping, but one of. Several times my Dad stopped and came into the yard. He would watch me masturbating, or else drop on top of me and stuff his hard sausage of a cock down into my holes.I spent that night out in the yard again. This time the dogs were kept someplace else.The next day was a repeat of the last. Several times, I saw my Mom peering out the window of the house, or from around the corner of the barn as her husband fucked energetically into my little pussy slot, or up my wrinkled, crinkled little. One of them had a small heart tattooed onto her butt and thought Steph could do the same. The parlour where she had hers done was nearby and she had tentatively made a booking for Steph for that night. The girls thought that if she had enough to drink she might actually do it. When Steph finally arrived she was in a foul mood. Phil had been on her case about going out. He wanted her to stay home and look after him. Steph had told him in no uncertain terms that she would do what was right for. You know what you want?” She asked as she turned away to close and lock the door.“Oh, yes, I know exactly what I want,” Greg said, and as she turned the key, she was thinking about the strange tone in Greg’s voice. Almost—Next second, a hand had passed under her raised arm, stroked over her covered right breast, and moved inside her overall to caress her naked left breast, one finger tantalising the nipple.Somewhere between fright, shock and delight, Claris had no time to consider the.