“Please... fuck me...” I begged.Megan’s clenched fist slowly twisted in my ass, her grinding knuckles stimulating the highly sensitive nerves in...my butt. I reached up, getting a firm grip on the couch as I felt Megan’s fist draw back. My anus flared as part of her fist was exposed. Then she eased back in, sinking several inches of her forearm up my butt. A trickle of lustful drool escaped my lips, trailing downward as I gasped for breath.Meanwhile, Casey’s talented fingers had been working. She didn't see him sneak up on her, nor could she stop him if she had the opportunity to do so. He snapped at her foot from beneath a sheet she was hanging. She yelped and fell to the ground landing ass first on the grass knocking the air out of her chest. Bewildered by what had attacked her. She cooed a soft ouch as she gently tended to the small bleeding wound on her ankle. Her eyes went wide with fear as she desperately searched for whatever or whoever attacked her. She moved from her. Releasing her hair and pushing her back down on all fours, he pulled his cock from her used pussy, his slightly limp manhood glistening with her wetness, and turned away from her, strolling over to the TV screen. He pulled his boxer shorts back up and refastened his jeans allowing his belt to hang free still. Leaning forward he traced the wire from the TV to the camera, and then picked up the camera and looked to Katie.Turning to sit upon the bed with her legs open, Katie watched him and his. "Hi, Henny," she said, using the old nickname. "What's up?" I'm sad." Why sad?" I can't go over to Kate's any more." Why not?" Mommy won't say, but I think it's about a dream I had." Oh? What did you dream?" Mommy says I'm not supposed to tell." You can tell me." Nope, she said not to."Tara made a connection in her mind. "Is it the one about Kate's dad and his thingie?"Hannah's eyes went wide. "How'd you know about that?" I heard you telling Kate about it last weekend. That's the dream, right?".