He moaned and pushed back to slide them further in.I pulled back, and formed them into a point. Slowly, carefully, I slid my hand up into his hole. I ...anaged to get all the way to the widest knuckle, but he was tight there. I felt him tense up and pull away from me; I’d found his limit. For now, at least.“Well done, boy.” I said, pulling his body tight against mine.“Thanks, dad. That felt so good.”“Yeah? Do you think you’d like to take my whole hand, eventually?”“I’d love that, daddy. I want to. Would they have cared, he wondered. Probably not. At this time, they would have no inkling that they would ever want to come back.Emily tested her command authority by going through the one-way door and then returning without the assistance of the group still in the stairwell. A moment later they left the hexagonal path system and entered the southern end of the apple orchard. Madisonwalked up and inspected a few of the trees. The trees had already shed their leaves and were neatly bedded down. But it wasn’t just relief that warmed her, she realized. The tingling sensation had returned, but now it was a full on heat down between her legs. Jenna looked down and felt her pussy. It was so warm and wet, and not from the shower. Almost getting caught while running home naked had turned her on. She looked over her naked body. Her stomach, breasts, and legs were covered in grass and dirt from hiding. Seeing this made her even hotter and wetter. She wasn’t able to hold back any more. Jenna. Fear in her stomach, turning over, her head swimming. Her panting breath, a longing for him to take her, angry, violent, cold as he was now. A longing to see blood, to see death pass between these two great men. It was all over in a micro second, but Marie saw it all as if in the acts of a play. The handkerchief hit the ground, landing on a purple alpine orchid. Tachovski’s barrel spewed spark and white smoke, expanding out of it like an avalanche of white snow at its full, terrifying speed. An.