Things have gotten way out of hand, and I need to stop this before its too late. I live in a small complex and parked right in front of my door, I hop...ed out and saw them park in spot behind. Just as I was getting ready to tell them off, they came out with clearly a very different idea in mind.They came out and faced me with huge smirks on their faces as they undid their buns and letting their hair fall to their shoulders. During the drive they had pulled their shorts up as tight as they could. Her skin was glowing with sweat and water. Debbie was seated so that Wendy's head was on her lap. We counted six women besides Debbie and Wendy crowded into the sauna cabin. We could see others watching from the doorway. The lucky ones were literally ravishing my daughter's body. Her flesh was being rubbed all over by the sweaty bodies of her lovers, breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly, cunt to cunt. Such action could not last long, and eventually all eight participants sank into an exhausted. After breakfast, we made a quick stop at NCIS to check-in and went to the boatyard where we docked the boats in Gulfport. Two skinheads started to run their mouths until the helicopters came over with the ‘50s hanging out the door. Mark and Arron stopped them and put them in a car to be taken away. They were Union and didn’t understand.Things went smoothly on the trip over to New Orleans in the boats but we kept the helicopters with us.The rest went quiet until an NCIS office started and Tom. Salt was missing her right index finger. Mrs. Salt noticed her curious glance and raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did that happen?” Mary asked, motioning to Mrs. Salt’s hand. Mrs. Salt seemed confused for a moment, then she glanced at her missing digit. Her face drained of color. She looked as if she had gone ill, her skin gray and weak. “Excuse me, I just remembered something,” she squeaked and scurried away, the end of her flowery dress trailing after her, trying to keep.