His mother was dead. He'd only been hunting for bear tracks and instead he had found, or rather been found, by the father he'd always wanted to meet.C...nsidering the circumstances Snow almost wished he hadn't met his father. Shaking his head to clear such thoughts Snow scolded himself out loud."It's not his fault, mother made him promise to find me if she died." As Snow said those words he wished wholeheartedly that he could have met his father under any other set of circumstances. "Whatever. With her ass inches from my face i leaned in and took a long inhale of her ass and pussy. I was no pumping my cock furiously, and I leaned in to lick her little pink butthole. "No touching or that will be $200 instead of $100," she reminded me. Just hearing her voice and seeing her face as she turned back to say that while my head was inches from her holes set me off. I began shooting cum everywhere, and this time even got a little on the back of her legs. She cleaned us up and got dressed.. Heather looked at me dubiously. “Secret trail? Is this some kind of ploy to get me alone somewhere, so you can take advantage of me?” She turned and yelled, “Dad, wait!”Luckily he was out of earshot already. I swatted at her jacket and gave her a disapproving look.“No, it’s not some ploy. There’s a hidden trail on the west side. Might actually be decent with all the snow we got this week. But if you don’t—”“I’m up for that. How do you know about this trail?”“Overheard my mom mentioning it. "Frederica kissed the injured breast, massaging the erect nipple with lip and tongue. The rapier had cut Francine just below the thorax and in the upper part of the same breast that The Lady Fortescue had scratched all those long weeks ago at the start of Warrior Slave Francine's journey into pain and ecstasy. The faint scars from that attack could still be seen and now Francine's medium sized and once perfect breast would have a fresh mark in the years to come, for the cut was deep and would.