After a half-hour of Gary and Lynette fucking their brains out, and we girls rubbing our clits off, Jessica said, "God, I want your dad to fuck me lik... that." Jessica!" Katie exclaimed.Finally, Gary got Lynette in the missionary position and fucked her harder than I've ever seen any porn stars fuck even. After a couple minutes of this he got balls deep in her and gyrated as he grunted, obviously filling her pussy with cum.Gary and Lynette lay in each others arms, catching their breath. After a. Cross into Minnesota... 30 is Minnesota 19. 19 to Marshall. Gas, check the oil ... add windshield washer fluid ... Minnesota is the land of suicidal mosquitoes... Take 23 out of Marshal heading to Granite Falls and connection with 212. 212 goes to Hector. Yay me!Find RK ... call from a pay phone, actually.Katie directs me. Load three 18 foot Cheyenne lodges in three boxes ... load a mystery box...”Presents” Load 60 really straight and very dry 27 foot balsam fir poles. The butts are only two. The hawk had been on the ground and took off as we approached. The feather kind of flew around and I chased it down. My dad said I should make a 'medicine bag' like the American Indians, or as some preferred Native Americans, use to do years ago. Of course any seven year old being told something that by his father, it might just as well have been written in stone with gold plating. We found a small leather bag for sale at a leather store in town later that day. Dad asked if they could put a. They obliged by poking through the material. I lifted her top up over her head freeing her little titties and I stood taking in the view. I'd never even got a hold of Lisa's tits but now there were Jo's little buds seemingly waiting, exposed for me.My hand slid down into her pink panties as I began to gently rub her sweet wet hole. She shut her eyes and let me take whatever I desired. I saw Lisa smile at the unexpected twist this encounter had brought. That was all the encouragement I needed to.