Each inhale dripping of sex…her sex and he wanted more. Whispering huskily, “Yes, I can smell your lusty and sinful scent.” His cock twitched as...her scent invaded his senses. “Can you taste me with each breath your take, Father?” She listened to his suffering just beyond the paltry lattice. He hissed hungrily, “Yes, I can taste your depravity upon my tongue.” His tongue felt coated with her sin and he relished the flavor of her, his cock twitching once again begging to release his seed.. I was going to have a hell of a time cleaning that up. Right about that time there was a knock on the door. Four sharp raps. I put a finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet. She laughed and said, "I forgot to tell you. The only way Daddy and Bobby would agree to keep this quiet was to come in and join us." This really pissed me off, but I had no choice. "You'll know it's them because there should be two knocks about...now." There were two more. Bonnie got up naked and dripping and opened. “ Billy, almost in tears, was pointing his finger at Anderson.Obie gave Anderson a quick look over and noted that He was unarmed. “Boy, He ain’t even got a gun. How in the hell could he disarm five pissant gun toughs like you and your punk friends?” Not waiting for an answer, he turned back to Anderson, “How bout it, stranger. Did you take these idiots shooting irons? And how in the hell did he break them?” This was aimed back at his son.“He took them apart, Pa. We couldn’t stop him cause of. I touched it twice to take a couple stills then turned to Dawn. “You might want to leave your stuff in the Jeep until you’re sure about what you want to do,” I told her in a very serious voice.She looked at me and smiled, “That’s probably a good idea.”“Do you know the blonde and the meat mountain?”She gave a slight giggle, “The big guy is Izzy and the blonde is his sister Jeana.” We opened our doors and stepped out. Dawn walked forward and I followed, angling behind her to come up on her.