She turned to Dad, “Round two, cowboy?” He stared at us with his mouth agape, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses. His weather-worn face was a tapestry of confusion, the gaunt lines like little shameful messages written at the corners of his eyes and the furrow of his brow. He shook himself from his trance, then cleared his throat, turned on his heel, and stomped to the backdoor. “We’re going into town now!” He yelled behind him, “And both of you put on some damn clothes before we go!” Kelsey looked back at me. “Your turn, Sis.” KELSEY “I thought I told you two to put some damn clothes on.” Dad grumbled. “These are our fucked hard most modest summer outfits.” I smiled. Dad rolled his eyes. “I see your mother is doing just a fantastic job.” “How does this place still exist?” Josie asked, staring up at Rick’s Video Rental and Arcade. “Time moves slower out in the bayou.” Dad said, “New stuff takes longer to get here, old stuff takes longer to die. I thought you girls loved this place?” “When we were ten.” I laughed. Dad’s face fell, his shoulders slumping in a near comical state of dejectedness. I groaned and put an arm around him. “So it’s a good thing nostalgia is in vogue.” I smiled. “Only nineties kids will Hairy get this.” Josie said with some snark, pointing out a poster of Halo CE. “Those damn nineties kids think they have a monopoly on nostalgia.” I chuckled. “For good reason;” Dad grumbled, “this country peaked in the nineties. The USSR collapsed, economy was great, America was numero uno and no one could say a damn thing about it. Clinton was a fucking asshole though.” “I thought you loved Clinton?” I asked. “He’s why we’re in this shit!” Dad growled, “I tell ya, if the country’s doing good, the president must be shit. That’s just how it is. We just cannot let a good thing lie. We always gotta fuck it up. Thank asian god his wife didn’t win, or we’d really be in the shit.” I exchanged a look with Josie. “Are you sure we’re talking about America right now?” “What, you think I peaked in the nineties?” “You were twenty instead of forty, had a house instead of a shack, a career instead of unemployment, and a wife instead of Hardcore your hand.” Josie giggled. Dad shot a look at her. “Do you cut yourself with that tongue, missy?” “I’ve been known to leave quite the gash with it.” Josie said, her eyes cornering at me in a smile. Dad was oblivious, instead staring at the storefront. “Man’s gotta adapt to his surroundings.” He muttered, “Fuckin’ relic town with relic people, and I ended up just like all of ‘em. Behold,” he gestured bitterly, “the zombified nineties. It’s right where I belong.” “D’aw, are we throwing a pity party japanese for Dad?” I giggled, poking his nipple through his shirt. I'm gonna make sure that you and I are together until the day I Hardcore die. My tongue swirled through her sheath. We I had gone soft japanese so I slipped out and rolled over onto my back, I started asian to sit up and take care of my rubber, Julie said lay Hairy there, I did. Nether man seemed at all worried or unhappy about being covered in pee and each one attacked my pussy with their mouth like I mine the last pussy that they’d ever see, one of them giving me my third orgasm. Big, strong, manly, my best friend Leonardo was gay? She sat with fucked hard her mouth open. However, as he reached her, he circled her slowly, his fingers trailing along her body. He didn’t want to ruin his life or theirs despite the protection they exclaimed. When I rubbed her belly, she meowed, but if my hands strayed too close to her nether regions, she hissed at me. “Hey, don’t feel so bad;” Lucilla put a hand on my shoulder as she watched Night Eyes, “you can always just kill her.” I could tell she was only half-joking. Chapter 2: Forest fuckings Rick just shrugged, staring at the screen. I raised my head as much as I could, and looking down my chest, my eyes fell on a very unfamiliar sight. Fili said with a tight smile.