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Guy: Months ago in the desert And here is Gabriel completely pissed off and here he comes at me with a knife that I’m pretty sure would make the first one I was stabbed with jealous. I look calm as I’m holding sand in my hand but I’m a little freaked out right now but outside I must look calm, I hope I look calm. I hold out teen the sand to Gabriel who stops and stares at it for a second before smiling and taking another step towards me. I don’t hear it but I feel the wind blow past me from behind and now I know guano has become a reality. Gabriel’s face explodes as blood and brain matter fly out the back of what was his head. The other four are staring at me in disbelief and I look to the three who were on bikes and let more sand fall from my hand. Like a bolt, or three, out of nowhere the bikers are dropped and I turn my attention to Chucklez who is staring at me with an intensely afraid look. “Take the sand, I don’t need it anymore,” I hold out my hand to him and he scrambles to keep it from falling,” it’s you that needs to live Darren, no more following around the worst people because you feel like you don’t have anywhere else. I have a purpose for you, I need you to keep Jenna safe. No more Chucklez, you get to be Darren again and that means cleaning that crap off your face.” I am a little stern with him but I need to be, otherwise he could break me in half. Thankfully watching four of his people including his leader get dropped like bad habits has him listening to me, he looks at the bodies for a moment and I point back to the city and nod. I don’t see any time wasted as he reenters the van and turns back around to head back. I am standing at the ends of the desert staring at the interstate when I hear a voice from behind me. “It took a bit to reposition, they didn’t stop as soon as you asked did they,” I hear my Dad ask. I turn and see my father who has been missing from my life for almost a decade save for the past visits this year in full desert camoflage and facepaint holding a scoped rifle with silencer. I shrug as another two in desert camouflage make their way up to us from a different area and the shorter of the two is first to speak. “Wouldn’t have to reposition if you were a better shot sir,” he says to my Dad who just shakes his head at him. “No I’m the one who calls the plan and you’re the one who makes the shots Nick,” Dad responds and hands off his rifle to the larger of the other two. “Sir we have oriental clean up and exfil en route, we’ll be out in ten,” the one who took the rifle tells my Dad who nods. “You don’t need to call me sir Gerry, I just needed a couple people to help get my son through some nasty business,” Dad starts and Nick is fast to jump japanese in. “So we call half the people in your old unit and then bring a few people from their current units and now you have more than a few sanctioned and not so sanctioned operators cleaning house on this… are they bikers,” Nick asks and I nod. “Yes and a whole lot worse. Just a bunch of sick people who couldn’t get one task right but then again they weren’t supposed to,” I state and get a look of confusion from the two. “Okay so your real plan was for them to screw up and die? Sir he is your son, only your child would come up with a plan that hinges on people fucking up simple tasks,” Nick tells my Dad who shrugs. I’d get into more detail but our ride shows up with the truck and camper being towed behind it. I watch as Gwen pulls herself out of the driver’s seat and the driver’s window to yell at us. “Get in the camper, we can drive the trip in legs. I’ll take first leg and Dad can trade off tonight,” she tells us as I walk up while Dad asian says his goodbye to his ‘friends’. “I can drive you know,” I offer and I get a look that screams ‘NO’. I get inside the camper and it’s cozy, not super small but three of us could fit back here comfortably. I’m not alone long as Dad still in his camouflage steps in and once the door is closed I feel the camper move and we’re on our way. “Gwen wants maximum time for the three of us to bond so you don’t get to drive at all,” Dad explains and I roll my eyes,” Hey you said you wanted my help and Gwen set the cost. You spend all your time up at the ranch and she has things she wants to do with you while you’re there so prepare for space invaded bonding time.” “Oh, I think it’s a wonderful idea. It took just over four hours to asian get there and the sun was starting to set as we drove up the long drive way from the gate to the japanese house itself. Maybe that was it. Master was inspecting the bitch's fuck holes to make sure there had been no tearing and that she was ready for the hounds oriental this morning. “I was scared,” he said. “Were you expecting someone else?” he asked confidently, as if he already knew the answer. There were only a handful of men customers when I got there so I was able to get one of the bar stools. I groaned into her mouth. She says. It was around 11 in the morning that I went upstairs to Aunt Sheen’s place. James closed his eyes, and with a powerful pulse of magic, put the woman to sleep. I moaned around her bud, sucking with such passion as I bucked beneath her. Dad buried his face into her twat. I reached behind her and undid her bra. She felt like she was parading like some kind of teen prostitute. A small embarrassed shiver ran through Molly as she stood topless in front of her little brother. We were at my house alone during the day and playing one of my game consoles as all teenagers do. My embarrassment was horrible as I nodded my head. More pressure was applied and I knew that I was pried open beyond my limit. It’s just a thought.” I cannot answer, for an even greater wave of hot pleasure spills out from between my legs. She glanced over to her friend who giggled at her and mouthed the word, “Relax.” Brie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the crowd. “You don’t have any,” she handed me a whiskey. It was so long since we actually talked I got desperate and got his mother to force a sit down between us. Fortunately the journey was only about half an hour and I was soon walking out of the San Antonio bus station. “No matter what they were forced to do against their will, they’re siblings, only.”