I then picked the pace and moved into another gear.Over the next few minutes, I buggered her hard and furiously.It was like her egging me on made me a...bit mad.“Eerrgghh, Gawd!” I think I buggered her good, she was just moaning now.I kept going, my balls were getting ready to erupt and it seemed I had broken her.Gina collapsed on the hood with me still pounding into her.All I heard from her were moans.Her reflection was of someone drunk and almost passed out.Drool was trickling from her mouth.I. Then I realized it, they had been. I’d been eating my Dad’s cum. I nearly gagged but remembered how good Mom’s chicken soup is. Here is where you guys might get freaked, while I was watching Dad jack his meat, my cock decided it would be a good idea to get hard, too. I walked through the doorway into the kitchen, Dad and Mom both seeing my ragging hard on in my shorts. I admired my Dad’s dick, he squeezed what was left of his ejaculate into the soup and Mom stirred it in. “I couldn’t put in. After being in air-conditioned rooms for six weeks, the heat and the manual labour began to get to me and by the time we finished at six I was exhausted. No one had told me what I was supposed to do when we finished. "Where do I go Fahid?" I asked as the others began to pack up and leave."I don't know," he shrugged his reply, "We all have homes to go to." You can come to my home," Ash suggested, "My wife will not mind. We'll be back in time for work in the morning." That seemed a good idea and. I had seen my team scattered around my first floor condo looking very inconspicuous except to me. I obtained my Sig P320 from my bedside drawer and made sure it was loaded and ready. I can assure, if Nixon should show up here, he will leave here in a body bag. I’m sure he knows she’s still alive from news coverage. His picture has been all over the news also.Day by day, Melinda got stronger. Her wounds were healing. Her breathing was almost back to normal. Her hip was still sore and she was.