Rory had to explain that there were no more buckets of that size. He felt terrible about disappointing her. He had never experienced that sort of feeling for anyone before.Rory fetched a small bale of alfalfa, cutting the wire, and showing Four how to separate and throw it over the fencing for the hogs to eat, in addition to the grain.After feeding the animals, they drove the tractor and trailer down the road to the broken-down car. Rory winched the car onto the trailer, then they returned to the farm, where Rory backed the trailer into the Quonset hut.Rory went to retrieve their suitcases from the car, but found no luggage at all.“Where were you living?” he asked Four.“We lived by Chicago,” she replied.“That is a nice place to live,” Rory commented.He was surprised. It was at least a two-day drive, without stops, from Chicago to his Colorado farm. To make a drive like that without baggage was crazy. Something was not right. Chapter 4: Evidence of Domestic AbuseFour’s mother was still. She was squeezing me urgently, rubbing my oozing pre-cum all over my shaft. Didi squealed as I inserted two fingers into her soaked entrance. She arched her back, pressing her beautiful pointy tits against my chest. I slid my digits all the way inside her in one slow push. Then I gently pulled them out of her slippery folds, and again I pressed them in. "Ooooh... Ted... Yeeeesss," she moaned gutturally into my mouth. Didi writhed as I finger-fucked her tight hole. She yelped when I gently added a third finger. Her hand was fisting me faster but more erratically, as if she had trouble focusing on anything else except her stretched pussy, my pumping fingers, the pleasure coursing through her. At that moment, watching her shiver in my arms, feeling her warmth, sawing my digits into her amazing tightness, hearing her mewls, I wanted my sister like I never wanted anyone before. I needed my Didi, so badly. But I wanted her to be ready. I needed her to enjoy it.I shifted slightly to kiss.
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