She could feel the stillness settle around her as she read-‘And here we start, at the beginning. Where else…’The narrator’s voice permeated he...r senses. She couldn’t even read the text without hearing that voice, as his gentle tone added so much more to the words themselves. Emma put the book down, sipped her lager and repeated the words over and over in her head. A smile crossed Emma’s face; one that was associated with Sarah’s breasts. It has been a long time, she thought.Emma read the first. “How do I start? I found ‘er.”“When can we meet ‘er?” Mom asked excitedly, Dad letting her voice the words for both of them.“You already have,” I said.“Where?”“At the community. She and I danced...”Dad’s brow wrinkled. “Son, you danced with a lot of ladies there.”I did. Even danced with Cindy’s mom and Mizz Lee, who’s seventy-something.“The little honey-blonde.”“You ... son, how old is she?”“Fourteen.”Dad hung his head. “Fourteen. The magic number.”Mom sighed. “Just when you thought that the. You like it? You like fucking your mother?”　　　　His eyes were closed. 　　　　“I’ll stop right now, answer me, son,” she demanded slowing her hips.　　　　“Mommy, don’t stop. Please. I love it,” he cried out in fear. Patricia loved that he was reduced to being like her. A slave to one's body and needs. With gusto, she picked up the pace to where it was before and watched intently as he tried to hold on.　　　　“Let it into me honey. Give me your cum.”　　　　The moment his cock spurted into her, she felt it.. Beyond that they were not geared up at all. They had no body armour and the majority of them were only wearing loincloths with sandals on their feet. Once the sentry at the observation post reported on their departure from the camp, I asked Hope politely to start tracking them. My intention was to see where they went and then if it was possible ambush them on their way home.The hunting party was only one of two benefits drawn from posting a sentry to watch over the encampment. The second one.