Harder, Daddy! Daddy, SPANK ME!" I begged in the keening cries of a feminine orgasm as he struck my cunt again and again.As the tremors faded from my ...ody and I floated out of my climax back to the living room floor, Dad stood up and looked down at his little girl, spent, wet and sweaty from the orgasm that he gave her. "Who are you fucking?" he demanded again. Despite having just eaten out his little girl, Daddy's eyes narrowed as he looked at me suspiciously, almost as if he was. He had not seen me. Looking back to where he had come from there was the beginning of a commotion. No longer afraid of detection I moved down to the Spaniard's camp. In the firelight I could see men running after the horses that were loose and running off into the night. Off to the side I could see a woman tethered against a tree. Her clothing was torn and revealed a portion of her shoulder and more of her breasts then she would have wanted in front of all these men. There was an ugly purple. It was why her daughter's toddler clothes fit the young man she carried in when she found him. She would explain all of that to him when he woke. In the mean time she thought, as she pinned the diaper closed, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.Stan woke.Stan kept his eyes closed not so much because his head hurt but because of the bright sunlight in his eyes. His head throbbed still and he guessed a mild concussion. His hip hurt as well as his ribs on the right side. He'd fallen. He. He laid a gentle kiss on her lips and looked deep into her eyes, “All is good, Debora. All is good.” He then kissed her gently again and went back to eating his dinner.Debora looked at Kyle as he ate. Fuck, the contrary bastard could get her knickers in such a twist and soppy just by looking at her. She badly wanted to drag him off and fuck the living shit out of him. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down. Then he winked at her, and her heart rate jumped up again.She.