“OK, let’s get her out of here. Smith drive the car. Jones help me get her into the van for transport.”The man giving the orders was Joe Friday ...�� the man Jim thought he’d driven off and neutralized. Unfortunately, there were people with more power than Jim had who were able to detect his changes and break through them. Now, they had decided to come after him through his wife.Susan’s limp form was taken to a nearby van and strapped into the back seat. The men doing this did so with great care to. Dianne crossed her legs tight and squeezed. "You like?" He asked."Oh my..." Dianne's eyes closed briefly as something warm went all through her. "You're sexy," he understated, "I'm not going to last."Dianne uncrossed her legs and spread her knees as far apart as the car allowed. Her right hand slipped under the hem of her dress. Withn her left hand she pulled up the hem to her waist, until he could see her black lace bikini underwear riding over her hand as she found her lips and then her. She then slowly but firmly pushed into her daughter's cunt. Clare groaned. Helen withdrew and pushed in again, and again, in and out, more aggressively with each thrust. Clare began to moan and writhe. She grabbed her mother's head "Tongue fuck me, you fucking dirty bitch."Helen did as she was told. "Harder mum, harder, you fucking beautiful pervert." Helen was lost in the moment; tongue fucking her daughter and finger fucking herself. Clare's groans grew louder and as Helen felt her daughter's. Take my cock... take it you bitch!" "The Tool" snarled."Mmmmm yes!" Rosa whined, as she attempted to spread her legs father apart. "Ohhh God yes!"He maintained his unbelievable pace, bringing her to one orgasm after another, holding off, not even close to coming himself. He simply cleared his mind and called upon his reserve strength to carry him on.By now the floor of the adjacent living room was a tangle of writhing, gasping, heaving bodies. Molly was on the floor on all fours, sucking a.