A discourse in commemoration of the forty-sixth anniversary of the Mite Society and the two hundred and fifteenth anniversary of the First Baptist Church in America

She took a last look through the window and saw Logan's heavy, wet cock being withdrawn from her mother's drenched cunt-hole, and she shivered again. I'm going to get fucked, too, Mommy! she cried inwardly. She swept her panties and shorts from the sand. She began running through the dry warmth of it, pulling Pete along with her. Midnight galloped along beside them, panting and grinning, a sleek shadow in the night. Robin opened the door and pulled Pete inside and turned on the light. The guest house was a little unit facing the tidal inlet at the back of the main house, which faced the Gulf. The cabin cruiser floated like a white ghost against the black water, where it was docked not two hundred yards from the guest house. Pete looked at her in the blaze of light, blinking and gasping over the first clear sight of her naked tit, the swollen nipple, the naked hips and wet bush where her pussy was. "Robin! Ohhhh, we shouldn't be in here together like this!" She tried to keep the anger and frustration from her voice, but she couldn't ...»