He whispered I could beg him to stop before he lifted my skirt…Again I could not say a word. My skirt then was pulled up to my waist. I closed my ey...s, bracing myself in anticipation.I hear the sound of a zipper undone and I moaned as the tip of his cock brushed my tiny thong. He put it aside and told me he was right, because I was already soaking wet.I felt his cockhead sliding up and down my wet pussy lips. I let go a soft quiet groan.Big Tyrone smiled, asking me to beg him not to push his. It’s not a gated community, so a car could’ve been parked here.’ ‘Yes, very good, Feeley, but what do you make of this metal, of the cut in the fencing?’ I said. Feeley didn’t see it. ‘Martin, Hugh? What do you think?’ I asked. The Detectives came over and looked. ‘That cut doesn’t look very fresh.’ Martin Nash said. ‘Looks like someone came along earlier, as in days ago, cut the fence, used that metal clip to hold it together, then came through here last night after murdering Mr. Warner.’. Carl, Ed, and I thought it great fun to use our phones and pods even though we had to travel to find places to charge them. Dad and Mom still used their laptops a lot. Dad used his to learn about farming and we managed to survive the first winter pretty well. We were safe, well fed, and warm. We lived that way for almost four years before trouble started."My brothers and I were allowed to roam the area freely when we weren't doing chores at the farm. One night, Carl didn't come home for supper.. I smirk and slowly run my hand up his chest. My father flinches slightly. Thank you Jenifer but I dont think you should be touching me like that.. He squirms away slowly.. And thats when I see it . I look down at his swimtrunks and see a lump forming in his pants. Without thinking I sit in his lap. I lean foward so our lips are touching. Oh daddy is your little girl turning you on? Hmmm… I purr. No Jenifer…. He tries to move me away. Oh but daddy.. I just want some… Fun.. I smile and run my.