"Tickle-tickle-tickle" Ryan squealed out, "My dicks gonna prickle!"Skinny Ryan was thrusting his small hips upwards in glorious glee. Letting out sham...less high pitched clown like squeals. He didn't care how 'un-manly' it sounded. He was just happy to express his joyous surrender to her warm engulfing womanhood that his subconscious desperately wanted to impregnate. "Tickle-tickle-tickle," Penny said between licks and slurps and starring up into the teenagers eyes with a lustful haze, "Mummy. Mom marked the place on her map and off we went. It wasnt that bad walking beside mom on this warm summers day. It was very pleasant. We didn't talk much we looked and listened and smelled the more.By midday we stopped in a little opening and unpacked the stow and some cans of food.While mom was busy preparing our meal I spread out some spruce twigs on the ground for us to sit on.We ate, talked a little about the day so far and soon was on our way again.By early afternoon we reached a creek and. Time passed quickly as we drank and charts and danced the rest of the night away, just like we did 20 years ago when we all first met. An hour or so later I was well and truly drunk and the bar closed. I stumbled my way up to my room and wondered if Carrie would be there or not.I practically fall through the door, the bedside lamp is on but no sign of Carrie - the bed hasn't been slept in and no sign of shoes...through the drunken haze I smile to myself thinking of the fucking she will be. But the loud, grinding protest of the old rusting door was ignored by the two figures who stood silhouetted in the doorway, their own shadows falling across the enormous tarp covered vehicle in the center of the room."This is it," commented Miranda with a sad smile, her tone distant as she walked up to the car and ran her hand idly over the tarp-covered hood, "my father's favorite toy."Misty stepped carefully up behind her, half wondering if she should be careful to only stand in Miranda's.