One day my hand slipped, and I found myself rubbing the taught bridge of flesh between her pussy and her asshole.It was electric. The instant I touche... her there, she gasped and started breathing faster and faster. After just a few short moments, she let out a long, low moan before her usual "That's enough." She didn't mention what happened or act like anything was different.The next week I did it again, with the same results. And the next week. Then I went a little further, and a little. She returned it, looking so adorable.Sky pumped away at Georgia's asshole, thrusting with bold strokes. The girl groaned and shuddered, her eyes going so wide at the delight that Sky let her feel. I savored it, too, loving the way my daughter's futa-cock stroked me.It spurred me to start moving. That had Georgia squirming between us. Her eyes widened as she felt our two futa-cocks reaming out her tight holes. This was so wicked. I groaned, my futa-cock throbbing and aching.I pumped away at her. About 4:00 o'clock that afternoon, Sean and Ezra wandered back in to the captain's office and asked, "What do ya want from us, now, Cap'n?" Sean, ya and Ezra are bein' put in charge of a detail to slow down an' mess up that operation at Carney as best ya can. I can give ya six more men to help y'all. Don't get into a pitched battle with them yahoos, 'cause y'all ain't got enough men fer that. But do anythin' y'all kin to keep them from completin' their trainin'. I can't tell y'all what to do. Once I developed that technique, my body would just do whatever he made it do, and at some point after he left, I would come back to my senses. That must be why I never remembered him raping me. It was all rape, of course, from the moment he first walked into my room. But he always just used my mouth or my hands… or so I thought. But now I remember. I don’t remember it happening, but one of the last nights before I went back to school, at the end of Christmas break, I think he did more. I.