Big old twin-engined plane, clawing for altitude, then swinging right, looping back around.“Mygawd, what’s that?”“World War Two bomber. B-25,�...� Bob said.“Seriously?”“Absolutely. Lone Star Flight Museum.”“Where?”“Used to be right back on the road to Moody Gardens. Dunno what that ol’ guy’s doing here.”“Forget the penguins, Bob. I gotta see THAT!”“Seriously?”“You don’t want to?”“No, I really do, but...”“But what? I’m a girl and that stuff’s not gonna interest me?”“Well...”I tossed a little. The girls were taken back to the pool house. They were allowed to quickly freshen up. They were each given a cocktail dress to wear. They were not given underwear. The dresses were so short that when they stood up straight, their pussies were showing. Their matching high heels and their jewelry were once again the only addition to their wardrobe.“Don’t worry about your clothes” said Ann. “Those horny little bastards that we just left here aren’t going to let you keep them on long. Everyone of. I don't want my girl to get fucked by a perv or knifed by a gangster. And anyway what fucking good is school anyway? There ain't no fucking jobs no more."Emily didn't really understand very much of what Mummy was saying. And she hated it when Mummy and her new Daddy cuddled on the mattress. It was so noisy and it looked weird. On the other hand, it was better when they did it during the day, rather than at night when Emily was trying to sleep on the sofa with the coiled spring that had poked. Her ass was still bare against the couch. The feeling made her cunt quiver. She was afraid to look the boy in the face again. She waited for him to say something. When nothing happened, she looked up timidly.On Dick's face, she saw the same helpless arousal she had seen in the eyes of the plumber boy, Frank, so many months before. Her cunt made the same throbbing response to Dick's befuddled lust as it had to Frank's. Her defense mechanisms were not there to make her retreat from the raw danger.