"GET OUT!" he shouted at Chris.Chris ran down the stairs without a word, I forgot to mention my dad is quite intense looking, muscular and with a shav...d head. Moments later I heard Chris quickly drive away."What the fuck is going on?!" Daddy shouted. "I'm off working my ass off and you think that it's o.k to use that time to be a little slut? What were you thinking?" I-I'm sorry Daddy," I stuttered, wanting to cry. "I-I didn't m-mean for-" For what, for you to get caught? For me to come home?. For some reason, her completely innocent massage was getting erotic. Perhaps she just enjoyed the touch, but she could feel the wetness beginning to surround her now swollen labia. She seemed to be getting very turned on, and was hoping that Terrance hadn’t noticed the sweet smell of her completely wet pussy.Just as her thoughts were going in a very sexual direction, Terrance snapped her mind back to reality by telling her it was time to turn over. He held the towel as she rolled over, not sure. In the few short minutes she'd been indoors, the October sun had broken through the clouds, shedding its warm rays over her diminutive bare body. The long shed which housed the pig sties was the last of the maze of outbuildings beyond the farmyard, set a little apart and downwind of the rest. Low and squat, its yard-thick stone walls bled inwards the heat they acquired from the sun all through the coldest nights, and the air inside was fuggy and warm as the Elf unbarred the outer door and. "No, Sarge. I like that. But Sarge, I didn't want to kill him, just stop him. I don't want to kill anyone, or anything. I'm sorry, your new daughter-in-law is a pacifist, I don't like killing." Mmm," said Antonio thoughtfully. "Minute ago you took a swat at a 'skeeter. Get him?" She nodded. "So much for killing." It's not the same!" she protested indignantly. "That was an insect!" Sure," he said. "Insect that didn't mean you no harm. That 'skeeter, he wasn't out to hurt you, all he wanted was.