’ ‘Oh god.’ ‘It’s okay. I’ve seen dozens of women nude.’ Rosalind said she bet he had. ‘No go away.’ ‘Listen I grew up on a ranch....Allow me to treat you and I’ll get that bitch taking to her calf. I promise.’ ‘You grew up on a ranch?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘That calf is only hours old. It might die if I can’t get it to drink. Dad said to leave the runt to die.’ ‘It needs the antibodies in its mother’s colostrums-rich milk if it is to survive.’ Rosalind unbuttoned her overall and stepped out of it. She hadn’t. There was running, shouting, the crew trying to lower lifeboats into the storm tossed water and watching them be crushed against the ships side by the pounding surf. The Ragamuffin called out a mayday but all that came back to the radio room was static. People jumped into the water and swam for the dubious safety of some sandbars that they saw off along the reef a few hundred meters to starboard, but none of them made it: eaten by sharks or pummeled into unconsciousness by the waves and. Mine's clear, sticky, and all natural instead!"Yes, and this time, I intend to taste it! That is, if you let me?"The thought of having daddy's mouth on my vertical lips squelched the itch it had for his long hard cock and sent my personal river flowing. Just when I thought he would only want to fuck me, he wanted to with his tongue instead. God our relationship was growing even more. I was going to enjoy feeding daddy from my personal fountain. Really, I was."Oh daddy! My pussy is yours for the. Instead, she had continued laying there, letting the minutes turn into hours. Wondering when she would have the strength to get up. The night provided no answer, and besides, the room was paid for another two days.With a roar, the Demon began its obscene orgasm. Heather hoped the sound of its roar would bring people, help, maybe even a cop. Salvation might still occur. An obscene grunt erupted from the creature with each spurt of its cock that felt like a fire hose blasting tortured protestors..