My legs were weak as I descended the stairs. I could hear my parents talking from the kitchen as I rounded the corner. The both froze when they saw me... Daddy’s eyes roamed my body focusing on my nipples that tented in my thin t shirt. Mom smiled at me and gave me a hug as daddy sat at the table and I was sure his eyes were glued to my young ass. I made my move as mom hugged me I let my shirt ride up showing daddy I was wearing the panties mom had worn last night. I heard his spoon clank on his. She loves the environment and the people. She also fucks like a hot horny mink.”Daryl said sotto voce, “Yeah, she sure seems to come home all juiced up and wants to continue getting a lot of it.”Julie said, “One place to start around here might be to see if there’s a swingers club of some kind. I’m sure there are several in a city this size. Heck, even Two Dot, Montana has a group.”Daryl muttered, “I’ll mention it to Karen next week.”“Nonsense. We’ll talk about it over dinner. Maybe we can. *Clasp*That was the last sound of my freedom for the evening. She then stood up, squeezed my cock and left me on the couch."You look so surprised and astonished, princess."My face was filled with puzzlement. Wait, had she just called me 'princess?' I was thinking about retaliating. But, I calmed myself. Maybe, hopefully, this was just some kinky game.She took a shot of something and then fed one to me as well, rum. She sat on my lap again and resumed kissing my neck, ears, and lips.She was so. And the hose isn't the old 1928 rubber and linen either." He opened up the side and rear compartments to reveal the most advanced man-portable rescue, fire suppression and first-aid gear available. Rather than water, the tank of the fire truck carried tiny pellets that when exposed to heat turned into a foamy substance that deprived the flames of two of the three necessary factors for a fire, heat and oxygen. The pellets were as slippery as water, which meant that 1920's pump designs could.