The eventual solution was to have Trish and me in sleeping bags — unfortunately not the same sleeping bag — with Dave getting the second bed. Afte... we got that settled Trish and I would usually talk quietly to each other about what we’d seen that day for a while each evening, then go to sleep. Holding hands.Other than those issues the trip went well, much better than it did on my first timeline. Dave and I didn’t try to kill one another. Grandpa and grandma treated Trish like she was their own. “YES!OH!FUCK!YES!POUND ME HARD! You cry as I grip your hips and fuck your dripping pussy hard and fast! You look over your shoulder and see my glistening cock sliding in and out of you. “Fuck me!Make me cum all over your rock hard cock!” I pull out and you pout but not for long as I walk you into the bedroom and have you drop to your knees. I lay down on the bed and watch you slide your tongue up and down my shaft. Your ass looks so inviting I flip you over so we are in the 69 position. I. ’ ‘We don’t gotta be busy. That’s why we gots ya girlies fer,’ the boss said. Wade just stood there, knowing that nothing he said would be satisfactory. He waited while the sloppy middle-aged man scrounged around in a drawer, an unlit cigar dangling between his lips. ‘Take yer sissy ass and git. We don’t need no girlies here. Git!’ Knowing better than to argue, Wade walked out, never stopping until he was at his front door. Exhausted from the heat and the two-mile trek, he stripped and stepped. Or date younger ones. Older ones where out, after what dad did to her. So every Friday she pulled a sexy dress over her beautiful body: Her big fat tits nearly dangling around free. Her big round belly covered skin tight. Her round bubble but standing out on his own. And her long, plump feet only covered by dark pantihose. Her dress nearly short enough to uncover her hot panties. She was a tall, big beauty. A women with a lot to show of. I liked her look. But it was my mum. She was off the.