She left them on the floor and turned in her seat leaning her back against the car door. She spread her legs as wide as she could, presenting her open... wet pussy. She was so wet, her hair glistened with her juices. I could feel myself getting hard again. She put two fingers of her right hand into her soaked pussy and then put them in my mouth, letting me suck and lick them. “Oh god, I’d love to go down on you right now, but we’ve still got about an hour until we get there,” I said. “That’s. We're fucked. Remember the convicts?"Sheila's face hardened as she clenched her jaw. "They're dead," the commander answered in a flat, harsh whisper."That they are. How do you think that story would've ended if there had been a few hundred of 'em with more guns than God?" I looked over my shoulder and shivered. "Diplomacy is the sharpest sword of war. We need to figure out how to win without conflict," I took a sip of the now tepid coffee."What? Surrender?" Sheila's eyes widened."Surrender?. ”“Dave will say jambalaya,” Brindy laughed.“Dave will say whatever Lita tells him to say.”Brindy smiled. She knows we’re equals with Dave. “I can make him say what I want, too.”Mila said, “I wish that power.”“What you must do, Mila, is when Dave gets home, if he sits in his chair, you must go sit with him.”“What if...” she started.“He will not. He did not when I did that the first time...”“He loves you.”“You have been here with him long enough. He loves you, too.”“Brindy,” she said, “do you. My body shook at the feel of his fingers against me. “Isn’t this the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?” My brother lowered his hand to me and took my fathers place, running his fingers through the folds of my soaking wet pussy. I let out a slow soft moan as his fingers caressed me and found my clit. He pushed down on it with his thumb, causing me to moan just a little bit louder. “It is absolutely amazing,” he said with a smile. He looked up at my father with a look of begging. I could.