The jeans were also green but not at all tight. I knew that I was going to be moving around in them and intended not to have them binding on me. I als... wore a utility jacket from an army and navy store in Tryon. It was a little big only because they didn't come in a size as small as me. At least it they did that store didn't carry them.Since my last trip into the field, I had bought six feet of 18" wide green jersey cloth. I bought it to use as a head band and face cover. It was to be worn. I withdrew my tongue and pushed my finger in until the first knuckle popped through her sphincter ring. ‘Oh, God, that feels so good, Daddy. Nobody’s ever done that to me before.’ ‘Are you Daddy’s good little ass girl? Do you want more? Beg Daddy for it.’ ‘Mmmmm, Daddy, I love being your little ass girl. May I have more, please?’ ‘You’re such a dirty little cunt, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, Daddy, I’m your dirty little cunt. May I please have some more in my ass, pleeease.’ I spit on her little ring and. That was seven days ago. The third day on the lake we hit a submerged log and sheared a blade off the propeller. The big outboard began to shake violently and twisted on it's mount before dad hit the kill switch. After a five minute inspection and a volley of embarrassingly foul language he announced that we were fucked, if we wanted to use the boat it would be with oars. We rowed back to the beach and yelled for help. After a 40 minute conversation over our emergency radio with the nearest. People today.”He resumed his video and stroking with the hope of getting back to where he was before the interruption.“You wish this was your cock, don’t you?” Frankie’s video form uttered, dildoing her wet opening. “You wish this was your cock fucking my tight, young pussy, huh? This hot, wet cunt? Uh-huh?”Bill’s perineum tensed to release in time with Frankie’s when the main door opened, and once again, he paused.“Dammit,” he whispered. “This is just pointless.”As if fate had a matching sense.