"Notice the tents," I whispered to Wanda. She giggled when she saw their baggy trunks tented in front.I don't remember their names, but for clarity I ...ill call them Tim, Ray and Jim, the first three names that come to mind. They introduced themselves and politely exchanged handshakes. They were on leave from the Navy, which explained their short hair and fine builds. They were eighteen years old, part boy and part man. They didn't know it, but they were in the prime of their lives. There wasn't. She was so wet and ready it was easy to really ram her good. All the while the Neighbor was kissing her and pinching her hard fat tit nipples. I pulled out and grabbed her by the hair and led her to the bed with the neighbor in tow. I told her to lay on her back and had the neighbor straddle her face forward so I could eat her awesome little ass while I fucked this sloppy wet pussy. I rammed her for awhile this way and really wanted a piece of the Neighbor. The Daughter had came numerous times. After our successful circuit last year, we were promoted to the Queen’s Commons Stage at the heart of the village. We had forty minutes every two hours. We’d probably not be doing as much touring around the village singing and dancing as we had last year.We put some more structure around the Shakespearean Twins theme from last year and would be using that for our performances. There was a lot of silliness involved, but some good music, too. Since we’d be doing the show so often, there was a. Following her gaze I saw her then, framed by my bedside window, looking radiant in the sunlight in a mustard coloured polka-dotted summer dress. She had her phone in her hand, camera pointed at us.“Shit!” I was light-headed suddenly, struck by how surreal the morning had turned into.“Oh mom!” I heard Ellen crying out, “You’re filming us!”The next few moments passed in a daze for me, as I watched mom walk in through the window and come sit next to Ellen. They must have been speaking for a few.