Daisy was wearing tight denim shorts and her butt cheeks were coming out and she had another red flannel shirt tied around her waist under neath her h...uge juggs. Her 44JJ looked enormous and every guy stared as she kept picking apples. I adjusted the front of my shorts and called out to her. "Daisy the farm closed. You can stop picking apples and come back with us." She smiled and walked over and Mark helped her get on the hay ride.Daisy turned to face the four of us and we watch her boobs. The house was to ourselves. I entered and barged straight into the guest room took of my shorts, stood in front of the bed and fed my cock to Nehas mouth which was shut.I tried to force it between her lips but they were sealed. She was awake by now but she was playing so I pinched her nose shut forcing her mouth open and stuffed my meat into her mouth. She opened her eyes with a naughty smile and began giving me a nice blowjob and I leant forward and got my hand into her PJs and began stoking. The word was out. It was a challenge to the Phantom Rapist. We were actually taunting him to get at what carefully orchestrated rumors in certain underground circles called "the world's finest piece of ass." The Rape Challenge. Sounded like a Reality TV show."All right, Lora, it's showtime. We're cutting the lights." The cell went dark.According to the script, she was to remove her clothes now. All her clothes. We watched that voluptuous greenish-white silhouette on video monitors. Military. Doors opening.” The doors opened, and a third Tricia collapsed onto the train. She was crying, sobbing, gasping, and clutching her throat. Tricia jumped up, ran to her, and knelt down next to her, taking her by the hand. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” she soothed her sister.“She ... she TORE MY THROAT OPEN!” the newest Tricia wailed.BING-BONG “Stand back. Doors closing.” The doors slid shut and the train started to move.“I’M DEAD!” she cried out, and she fell into Tricia’s arms and sobbed.“It’s all.