. I like Ava and all, but... you know... I don‘t know... don‘t you think it‘s somehow over? She‘s in another country, another continent even..... It‘s time for you to... well... move the fuck on.”An unknown voice interrupt your discussion. A sultry, very clear female voice. “Are you guys talking about me, heh?” Before you lift your head you already know that this sensuous voice can only belong to the black-haired angel from the bar. Tall and curvy like an Amazon she strides to your table. Her. Such joy burned in her eyes as the pleasure shot through me. Daddy grunted, watching me as he kept fucking Mommy. Her fingers kept attacking that spot in my pussy, massaging me, driving me wild. I gasped and grunted. I couldn't take the bliss. Stars danced before my eyes.“That's it, sweetie. Cum for Daddy, slut. Ooh, yes. You're such a whore. You love it when Mommy fingers your cunny!”“Love it!”“Oh, yes,” groaned Mommy as another orgasm burst inside of me. I thrashed harder. “Oh, yes, she's. Though already wet beyond necessity, I slapped on a handful of dripping fat - juice from the Sunday roast I'd found setting in the larder - in case trepidation or a sudden malfunction caused the flow of my own lubrication to cease. I have not the power of steam at my disposal, have neither the room nor physical capacity to construct such a monster, and so, as always, I circumvented, thought laterally, turned the problem on its head. Rather than a steam-driven piston powering a pump via a. I found myself in a part of town I'd never been to. Actually, it wasn't really in town. It was just outside of it -- a rickety trailer park that I think I had always known was here, I just never thought about it.I worked my way through the maze of trailers when I found it. It was beat up and disheveled. The screen door looked like it had been through the zombie apocalypse. The trailer looked like it needed a coat of paint -- 15 years ago. Weeds had overgrown along the sides of the trailer. Some.