" That's eighty nine thousand four hundred eight meters a second,"confirmed Erika instantly."God little sister, you're freaky," laughed Rachel."Hey, I...like her freaky," countered Daniel, who had cross decked whilethe two trucks were running together. He whispered into her ear and shegiggled, "Yes, but I loaned parts of it to your Mother. Besides you'rebabysitting tonight, remember?" Yes and you have Duty," he kissed her on the lips."Daddy, how are we going to do PT in the trucks?"That's a good. There were only sounds.She knew what those sounds meant, though. She moaned lustfully and pressed her lips against my pussy. She was no longer my gentle lover. She attacked me with her mouth and at that moment it was just what I wanted, just what I needed.I came and I came again, one breathtaking orgasm after another until I finally regained the use of my muscles and gently pushed her face away. I sounded like I was crying when I begged her to stop. I wasn't crying though. I was gasping for. A wave of heat washed through me. June squealed beside me as she slid her pussy down my husband's cock. Dusk held the dick upright for as long as she could before she had to pull her hand away. Then she leaned in and sucked on her daddy's balls.She was turning into such a good slut.Brett fell to his knees and grabbed his mother's panties. She gasped as he pulled them down. He dragged them slowly, unveiling her trimmed bush. Her brown bush beaded with her passion. Her son worked those panties. Lovely. If I were lucky, my attacker would be standing close enough that I could throw-up on his shoes.After Anna accused me of torching a truck, the idea that she told someone to attack me seemed a stretch. My attacker’s verbal abuse felt personal, so I didn’t believe the two were connected. I couldn’t waste time in the hospital. I had to find my Dad, and then the locket. I needed to heal this wound.I focused on the wound. I knew what needed to happen, thanks to my connection to Emma. She may.