He hit the ground and began to writhe about. Jack was ready for another attack, so he was too busy to pay any attention to the boy on the ground. Howe...ver, Harriet did think to call 911 for medical help. She explained the problem to the dispatcher who sent an ambulance, but he also sent a cop because he suspected that rape was possible.Jack was right to be ready for another attack. Both boys jumped at Jack “to teach him a lesson.” Fortunately, they got in each other’s way, and Jack was able to. He stroked his shaft once and exploded, his cum erupting from his dick. It spurred onto Jennifer's face, getting in her hair and staining her shirt. "Fuck, that's hot", he said and grabbed his phone, snapping several pictures of the young slut covered in his jizz. Despite knowing she should feel appalled and disgusted, Jennifer found herself smiling for the pictures. She wanted to look pretty for her father, after all.She looked up at her father and saw a smile on his face. "Why are you. They put a lot of effort into guarding the female that had chosen them and the nest. We had even observed a male take food to his wife.He fussed around her and checked on the nest and the surrounding area. He then lay near the nest while she ate. Once happy that she was fed, he went back to cruising the river, looking for rivals or predators. He made sure no other males came near her nest, as they would try to drive him off and destroy it. He would often get out of the water and check on the. ” I had to admit as always.“Only?”“No, also when you wear socks.”“Which socks?” he continued, unsatisfied.“The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking.”“Well, well....” he said in an impatient tone. “But the socks are not enough right? What do you need more?” I did not answer. He knew the answer, and I did not want to speak it aloud.“Right.” he said, surrendering.He stopped massaging my elbows and sat on the table, his feet on my lap.“You may. Go ahead.”I stripped out of my briefs.