I have my car, so probably the easiest is if we both drive. It’s straight out Main to Searle’s Crossing. You make a left, then the first left, whi...h is Ames, and it’s the third house on the left. It’s white, with red shutters. 412 Ames. You can park in the driveway behind my Challenger.”“One of the new ones which are rebranded Japanese cars or a classic one?”“It’s my dad’s old car - a 1973 Challenger hardtop with a V8. You drive a Mustang, right?”“Yes, a Black 1976 Cobra II with a V8 and a. "You, too, Uncle Harry." She trembled as her uncle mauled her other tit. It was great not having to share her father and uncle with Tammy.She wiggled her hips, her blonde hair swishing across her face. "Make me hot!" she gasped, tingling under the pawing hands of her father and uncle. "Make me cream."Harry kneaded one plump tit, his cock aching. "Come on, honey. Let's get down to some action." Yeah, baby," Douglas said. He grabbed her panties in a fit of passion, tearing them from her hot. She felt them wriggle there and felt their slime mingle with her own, as more and more of them accumulated there, seething all over her knickerless beaver. As they swelled up, her shorts bulged outwards, getting tighter and tighter.The worms were pushing at her entrance. "No, please, not in there!" she cried, and clenched her muscles tight to try to keep them out. But they persisted and she couldn't stop them wriggling their way up inside her. The feeling was peculiar, as the worms squirmed and. ”With that several of the guys began cheering and urging the two girls to perform for them. Becca looked shocked but Brandi just sat there looking at the men.“So, if we do each other for you then you’ll let us go?” She asked.“You got it.” Harold replied.“And what if we refuse?”“Then we’ll just have to make you anyway.”More cheers and laughter followed.“Let us go!” Becca screamed. She was no stranger to group action, but had no desire to perform a lesbian show for a bar full of drunks either.“Oh.