She was right. I couldn't get distracted."I know you've got a ton of questions. Just ask me and I'll tell you what I can. You'll have to trust that an...thing I don't answer is because I haven't confirmed it yet." Confirmed? How? You know so much about me, but because of your nature of not trusting anyone, I don't know squat about you. How about relieving some of that? How about proving you trust me, just like you said on the phone, and telling me something about yourself first. That will give me. Our parents weren’t old enough to be allowed into the anti-slave army, and that was mostly too far away for them to easily get to. When the rest of the soldiers returned they only had about half of the missing adults, the rest had been killed by the slavers for various reasons. The children without parents didn’t want to live on their farms so they sold them and moved. Most of those living on farms around Junction were children in that slave train and they settled the area together. They all. As I began to wash his broad and smooth chest, I couldn't help but stare at it; his abs were just as perfect as the rest of him. I walked down to the other end of the tub and started to wash his feet and up most of his legs and stopped at his thigh, looking up at him. He chuckled, still lying against the tub with his eyes closed. "You want to see it, don't you?" I watched as he sat up. "Stand up," he ordered, and I obediently followed his command trying to hold his gaze not wanting to stare at. Sam took a beer and sat on my lap smearing her utter most moist pussy on my thigh. Yes, cum was still oozing. -I would never had guessed that Sam would be such a slut, no offense, said Pete. They all laughed. Sam smiled, stood up and went over to Pete. Her hands on the table, legs spread with her back to him. She raised her butt and said “Fuck me” Pete dropped his shorts and in no time had his cock ready. He put it in her cunt first and then aimed for her asshole. Pete fucked her hard, and.