I couldn't very well tell them why I had written "Beaver Hunt", that my buds and I spent just as much time at the strip joints as we did on the pond, ...hat we partied pretty heavily. Now the thought of my pretty young daughter accompanying us--Jesus, the guys would probably eat her up the second we hit the woods. No fucking way! I pursed my lips and thought of a way to get out of it. But it was no use. By the end of dinner, too late to change my own plans, I had agreed to take Lindsey along.A. " My voice is quiet but firm as I start to thrust inside you slowly at first, then faster, then slower, then faster again. My hands are all over your body relishing every inch, every crevice, every muscle, your breasts your stomach your thighs - then I cry out and as I do I come inside you, I come and I come and then I feel you erupt and tighten hard around me keeping me inside you until we both slump forward gasping for oxygen. "The sexting was lovely - this is amazing," I say. In the shower. Her expressive deep brown eyes shone with fear, her medium-sized breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed hard through her nose due to the gag which had been fastened tightly to her mouth. Sandy had been at least spared the indignity of a gag. She took what consolation she could from that and tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. "How are the two American whores faring? We are almost there!" General Aamir shouted from the front driver's seat. "They are very horny and looking. Her actual name was Gina, and she had an older brother who was about 5 or so years older than her. When she was little he couldn't say Gina right and it came out as Ginie. In addition, she was named after her mother's older sister named Gina whom everyone loved. Until she shot her Husband in the head and unsuccessfully shot her step-son. After that EVERYONE in the family called her Ginie to distance her from her raving lunatic Aunt. She was a year younger than Sara and I, her parents were.