“Naw! We were just almost out.”“Awesome!”Whitney plopped on the couch while he prepared the food.“Hey,” Trip called out. “Reece said he�...�ll be my best man.”“Perfect,” she ran into the kitchen and hugged him. “Our wedding is going to be amazing.”“Yeah!”“I’ll reach out to him tomorrow so he can coordinate with me, my mom, and Yazmine.”“That sounds intense.”“He’ll be fine. How’s your mom?”“She’s good!”“Your dad?”“They’re all fine. Will you open those bean?”After eating, Trip and Whitney cuddled.. "It's a deal then. Shall we begin?"I nod my head, and my dad slowly starts to pull out of me, until the head of his cock is just about to pop out. But then he violently thrusts back inside, and I instantly have an orgasm on the spot. My dad groans as he feels my pussy walls clamp down tightly around him. "Well that was quick. I expected you to put up more of a fight than that. Oh well."Shock overcomes me, I can't help but say, "W-w-what? How did you do that?"My mom laughs and whispers in my. She opened the door and heard shouts from outside.“Open the Gate! Open the Gate!”As she ran across the courtyard, the gates slowly parted. Two riders crossed through, drawing to a stop in front of Marguerite. One was bundled in blankets and slumped heavily in the saddle. The other, a muscular, bearded man, jumped down and closed the distance to Marguerite. “Get help! He is ill!”She suddenly recognized the voice.“Robert? Is that you?”He was no longer a skinny, little boy. He was a man, a. From there, they spent the next forty minutes trying to explain what I was. Until Karla called us for dinner. I left them still trying to explain.I was just finishing up a piece of store-bought apple pie that Karla had warmed slightly and served with ice cream when Hanna came in. She took the seat across the table from me and just stared."That wasn't called for," she said sullenly."I was trying an experiment," I thought to her."An experiment?" Yeah. I wanted to see if I could make her overhear.