I went outside and didn’t have to go far before I realised Pam was in with her dad. As the sun was coming up I could see her getting her leg over hi... and she was actually riding him and moaning. I was shocked I got back in the tent but the moaning got louder, this wasn’t her stepdad or her mums boyfriend, this is her biological father and she’s fucking him. I was actually worried about her in case it was ****, it can’t be **** she’s 32 and not screaming, but telling him to call her a naughty. The eye of the old man was riveted upon a spot which Villefort could scarcely distinguish. His glance was so full of hate, of ferocity, and savage impatience, that Villefort turned out of the path he had been pursuing, to see upon what person this dark look was directed. Then he saw beneath a thick clump of linden-trees, which were nearly divested of foliage, Madame de Villefort sitting with a book in her hand, the perusal of which she frequently interrupted to smile upon her son, or to throw. "It's fine," I said, tersely. I tried not to come off as the bitch who'dbroken his heart so many years earlier, but I also didn't want to becomeemotionally entangled. "You should probably go." So... that's it?" he asked. "We're not gonna talk about last night?" We are," I said. "Just not in my bathroom. And not with my mom andsister sleeping down the hall." Your sister's not sleeping," he said."That's so, SO, not the point," I said. I flushed the toilet and reachedpast Mark to open the bathroom. He went to the brunette first. Her legs were long and lithe, spread apart. She reached behind to spread her small, firm butt cheeks to expose her starfish. He admired the pinkness and spit on it to lube her up, running a forefinger around the rim before he gently punctured it. He took the metal butt plug, which tapered from a dull tip to around three-inches wide at its greatest diameter, tapering off again to the base, and pressed it to her asshole. He slowly eased it in. The brunette.