She pushed her daughter backwards, so she fell back on her butt. "I did all the work to get him this far, and I'm gonna finish; I earned it!" she glan...ced back at me, then to Susan. "Why don't YOU take care of Daddy while I take care of Ron?" she suggested.Susan looked up at me, glanced at my crotch, then back to her mother. "Okay," she chirped. And just like that she had crawled to me and was unzipping my pants. "Wh-what are you- Susan!" I blurted. "What are you doing?" Sucking your cock,. Preoccupied, by hermeeting with the brothers, she asked him nothing as they crossed thebulk of the camp, stopping before a much plainer tent around which anumber of large men sat talking. One of them, with great mutton chops,looked questioningly in their direction.Suddenly second guessing her adventure, amongst these hard men, sheallowed the corporal to answer. However, after a hurried explanation hehurried away, leaving her the focus of the man's baleful gaze."How old are you boy?. Bette and Louise were standing in the middle of the room, locked together, sobbing and crying, patting and comforting each other. This was no place for me. I quickly poured a drink and returned to the living room. A few minutes later, I went back into the kitchen for another drink. Louise was now leaning against the sink, sipping a highball. Bette had slipped into one of my shirts, and was seated at the table drinking a glass of rosé. The girls were still red-eyed, but it seemed as if the storm. "Thank you."I looked intently at Mackenzie for a few seconds, then frowned. I said, "I didn't estimate the range properly. I need just a little bit more magical energy. Would the three girls please blow a few kisses at my fist."Claire and Diane immediately giggled and started doing so. Mackenzie joined in, but slower and with less enthusiasm. (To be fair, the younger girls were VERY enthusiastic.)After one blown kiss from Mackenzie, and three or four noisy efforts from each of the other girls,.