Please. Let us take the plugs out and fuck us.”Abby added her appeal to her mom’s. “Please. We’ll put them back in and keep them in going home... We’ll … we’ll have the next size in tomorrow morning when we arrive.”Jean didn’t know what was happening. All she knew was she needed to be fucked. She had to cum soon. Jacob’s words, Abby’s words, her own words, all added increasing desperation. Obscenely, she could feel the puddle under her had grown.Jacob chuckled, “Okay, ladies. I guess we can. Before, my dad and I would do all the fatherly and son things (kissing, hugs, tickles, and wrestling). But this changed when we finally settled down and he moved to Washington D.C. (to work) and we stayed in Wisconsin. There grew this huge tension in the air and it never bothered me but it always made him angry and we would get in a yelling match (by this time I was 18 and he was 48). Well one day, while my dad was home, I had been out with my boyfriend and we had finished having sex at his. " Carolyn," the woman repeated, smiling. "Such a lovely name. It's afeminine form of Charles, of course, which, I believe, is your realname."There were no flies on this one, I thought."And how is dear Samantha?" the woman asked. "Is she settling in?" Yes," I replied. "I think so. Look, you clearly know that my dad is atransvestite. He's taken to dressing up as a woman in an effort to fitin here. The warden says it's not unknown for men to do that when theyfind themselves thrust into an. I thought you might be thirsty...”“Great!” Jake said, enthusiastically taking it from her and opening it up, not even wondering where she might get a canteen.“How did you get loose?” she asked him, looking down at his feet.“Oh. Well, I just took off my boot.” He shrugged and grinned, looking sheepish.Béla just looked at him, shock and disbelief slowly appearing on her face. Then she collapsed against him and cried. She didn’t stop crying for almost an hour. Jake figured she must have had a hell.