The silent pause was broken by a very loud and simultaneous. "WHAT!!!!!"Before I could say another word. Stella's dad was knocking on the door and ask...ing. "Are you girls okay in there?"Stella answered, "Yeah, we're okay."She then turned to me and said. "Jennifer are you crazy or something. You're the same age as I am. How in the world can you be my mother?"Still somewhat confused Patricia asked Stella. "Do you know this crazy girl?" Yes I do. We go to the same high school, we a sat together on. You don't have to be an expert with the rifle – that takes a while. But I want you to be, at least, proficient with it. Shit happens. Pay attention, and ... practice. We may go after this shithead tomorrow, day after, next month – day, night; I don't know. But when we go, it could well be in a hurry."Glancing at Kayla, the Prime went on, "Tell the Sergeant to let Art bring a camouflage suit back with him so he can practice getting it on and off." Then back to Art, "We might well use them when. Seems the fellow had started cumming inside her hot, not too tight, open, wet pussy. This scene normally would have gotten my cock so hard it could pound nails, but the kicker was that his buddy was still down there licking her cunt and now was eating his buddies cum!! I remember thinking that was a bit too gay for me and concentrated on the cum rolling from the big hard cock still stuck in the actress' mouth. Now, all these years later, suddenly I remember that scene. I still remember the red. I didn’t allow her to drift and carried her to the bath room and stood under the shower. She came back to the consciousness. Without drying our bodies I carried her to the hall and made her to sit on the sofa. “Daddy, My darling. I love you. Give me a bottle.”I told her that was enough. She tried to take the bottle with her urine. I grabbed that bottle from her and took a sip from it. I told her it was her urine. She pleaded me to give some but I refused. She tried to take to take the bottle.