I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any more snow?" Yeah right. Whatever."Like Miguel, Moss was a veteran of the sex industry. He had feat...red in countless movies, sold openly throughout Europe and rather less openly in the New World. He was a professional. Or, at least, insofar as this was his living. And he was good at what he did. He'd watched and participated in fuck scenes like this again and again. He knew the routine. He didn't need the bandages any more, either. He could be. I couldn’t see anything because Miranda’s eyes were closed. But I could hear the girls settle down and their breathing even out. I could feel the cold brass of the Colt beneath my fingers. Extending just those senses, I could tell exactly where everyone in the camp was.It was a long night.I heard Harriet get up before dawn. Miranda was asleep but I could still manipulate her body—still hear clearly where the girl was. I drew the Colt and held it in my lap following the movement of her steps.. I wanted to protect her, I wanted to feel her and claim Ginger as my own. I wanted to impregnate her.Patting her bottom I whispered, "Let's see how many 'little deaths' I can give you before the sun comes up."Ginger's hand adjusted me to her passage's swollen lips and then her tight passage welcomed me with her wetness.Kissing her areola, I said, "You have the biggest areolas I have ever seen. I am selfish, and I want to keep them with me in Juniper Hills." Stroking her fire with slow thrusts. "Hi Daddy, oh it was such a long day at school."Daddy pretended to be sympathetic but giggled as Ashley walked upstairs to her bedroom. He watched her walk up trying to catch another glimpse of what he had seen but it wasn't happening. He was curious though.After putting her bag down, Ashley needed the bathroom. She raised her skirt up and pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down. While she peed she looked at her new red panties and blushed when she saw a damp spot. Tom was so hot. Her.