Until we get rescued, make yellow snow.”He wasn’t the only guy that had to pee. For that matter I needed to go again too. We headed over to where ...e were told, unzipped and pissed.“Slick move with Kaley, David. We heard she made you feel her up. Did she make you pluck her cherry too? If not man, she seriously owes it to you. Her clothes were almost frozen solid when you stripped her,” one of the guys beside me asked.I laughed hard for a few seconds before I said, “If you heard her say I felt. I went back to bed and began some serious thinking about if I should tell my dad or not.My mother must have thought that was my final answer because they continued fucking, even harder, her screaming echoed through the house. It was kind of turning me on listening to them. I reached down and rubbed my pussy, thinking of the one person who really mattered in my life…..Jamie.I had decided not to tell my dad that my mother was fucking the gardener, she had managed to persuade me with a talk about. "What the HELL?!" That is our escape route, Alex. It won't hold for more than a fewseconds." You expect me to ... do what?" I expect both of us to jump through, at the same time. It is designedfor one but will handle two in a pinch. Neither of us is overweight.That backpack will have to go though." And exactly where does this 'escape route' lead to?" Does it really matter? You have two choices. Trust me or wait for thepolice to arrest you. They appear rather close now."Two more alarms had. My shoulders sank as he fingered both my vaginal and anal cavities, his exploration of a girls sacred holes brought gasps from me, now powerless to stop him, as the pleasures and throes ebbed and waned through me body, I never even felt the butt plug enter me, as it was pushed deep to secure its fitting, my sphincter muscle stretching, then closing around the neck of the plug, molding its plastic shape as part of my ass, leaving me open, introducing me to the wonders of ass fucking and double.