I came back. I told Jennifer that cranking the Humvee was no good as it couldn't swim anyway. Later that morning, we had a small aftershock but it did...n't seem to hurt anything. We waited. We could use a log to float across and take some supplies but Felice would have to be conscious for us to go.Late that afternoon, Felice convulsed twice and then exhaled. She had never regained consciousness and, I don't think, ever felt pain from her injury. We buried her close to the Humvee and began to make. Her red blouse barley covered the bottom of her breasts. The edges had been tied together just below, like a hooter's waitress.The biggest difference between mother and daughter was, maybe, the size of their breasts. Jenny was not huge; melon sized, with no sag. Dakota had not been ordered to wear a bra yet. Hers were more pointy; not quite as big, but with plenty of promise. Up until a year or so ago, her mother had not insisted that she wear a top when swimming. Now that it was clear that she. She loves to suck cock and swallow cum. she has even met his son when the dad was not there. His cock is big and thick like his father's and he has great stamina and has fucked her for hours. He loves to push his cock deep down her throat and watch her gag as he holds it there and will not release her till he cums. One night he cock fucked her mouth three times gagging her and making her swallow his cum. He loves to hold his cock down her throat. He also can fuck for hours.One night the son met. I waited. I was about to go into a MRI machine, and its soft hum calmedme enough to help me gather at least some of my wits. I had been feelingfragile and emotional for a while, making it hard to think, but I wasable to use a grounding technique I had learned last year.I tried to organize my thoughts. I remembered being in an accident, andthen having a strange dream that I was dying, and somehow my spirit leftmy body, and went to the next room where they were working on a dyinggirl. I watched.