“Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me?” Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit and found her wet opening, slip...ing inside.“Mmhmm.” Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Jackson kept the camera focused on her face.“Yeah, I bet it did… that’s why you’ve come crawling back. On your knees.” Jackson wiped his finger off on her lips then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.There was no chance of mistaking what he expected from. "Is this place truly called the Home?" I just had to ask. It seem to me, that would have been too simplistic for these folks."No," she giggles which sets her whole body in motion. "It is just called the Compound and we who live here are called the Kindred," she answers back dutifully. "The records show they wanted to name it something else. You know, one of those old cities from the bible or something, but they couldn't agree, so everyone just called it the Compound." She rolls her eyes at that. The house was empty and the rush of cool air from the air conditioner felt good against my face after riding in the car who's air conditioner had quit working last week. Of course it had waited til the hottest week of the year to do so.I fumbled through the papers on the counter, and then hurriedly checked the coffee table. Where on earth could I have put them? Then I remembered I had stuck them in the shorts pocket that were hanging in the closet.I opened the closet door, nothing would remind. Reaching between her legs he collected some of the fluid dribbling from her pussy and began to smear it up between her buttocks, releasing his cock he used his other hand to spread her cheeks. Gathering more lubricant he began to circle her tight pigmented anus which quivered and twitched. He looked up, Pig was now pumping her head up and down. Reagan and Bush held her firmly down as she twisted her hips describing an almost perfect circle as they moved. Stepping forward the head of his steely.