What son would?Her response was to hiss sharply before bitting her bottom lip, her blue eyes not blinking as they starred into my own.Her silence was ...nawing at my patience, the fact that I had her cornered against the wall not withstanding. I easily reached out to grasp one of mother's warm hands with my own and yanked her behind me as I strode further into the house.Mother was breathing heavily but half-ran, half dragged, in silence.I entered father's study and could feel mother tense behind. He always used the entire length of his prick when he fucked. He liked to pull his cock almost all the way out of her pussy before he rammed that thick pole home. The natural lubrication was flowing more freely than ever inside the woman’s already soaking wet cunt. She could tell that the insides of her thighs and Bernard’s balls were soaking wet with that cunt juice. The woman felt her cunt explosions ripping up and down her spine. All of the muscles in her body tensed simultaneously.She. Or so they said. It had a good kick for "juice".The Registrar had our application for the license waiting, all we had to do was sign it. My Dad was there with a white painted stock, chrome plated shotgun..."Formal Wedding" printed in wedding script on the stock ... That caused the biggest laugh.Every present was a gag gift ... yup, even a ball-gag. Handcuffs, ankle chains, leather collars ... one said HIS, the other said HERS. I got the big one ... HERS, she got the small one ... HIS.The. Molly had a message that told me, “Ellen stays acutely attuned to her environment. Unwanted parties are en route to the camp to discuss matters best not discussed with you at this time. This group is not interested in your digital friend’s technology or miracle spinal repairs. To these people, that tech is old news. They are quite interested in the three young female hunters, but I’m unable to identify the nature of their interest. I know it isn’t related to what you share with the two.