I watched Kelsey and Josie from across the barbeque shack. I wasn’t the only one. Every male head was turned to see my twin daughters in their short skirts and crop tops, their long legs thickening until the tantalizing smile of each cheek could be seen just below the hem. I tore my eyes away, grinding my teeth. Goddamn it! I thought to daughter myself, and stomped to the tackle shop across the dirt road. “Marlboro Reds, Shorts.” I growled, tossing a wadded ten onto the counter. I picked up the pack, and made it back to our bench as Kelsey and Josie were doing the same, all eyes following them. I hated each man there, and I was afraid it was more due to jealousy than paternal guardianship. “You’re smoking again?” Kelsey asked, sitting across from me. “You never really stop; you just take long breaks.” I grumbled, plopping the square between my lips, and lighting it. “Cowboy killers?” Josie mused, picking up my pack as she sat beside me, “You really went full-bore with this hillbilly thing you’re doing.” “Maybe.” I said, taking a deep inhale, feeling that oral sweet fire japanese in my young lungs. As I exhaled, I immediately felt some of my stress flow out with the thousands of delightful carcinogens, and my shoulders relaxed. That was, real until I heard the click of my lighter, and the crackling of tobacco leaf beside me. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped at Josie. I kept fucking and fingering her. When the weight landed on her chest she opened her eyes and saw my japanese pussy which she immediately started eating. I young trembled, feeling a heavy fog of silent tension hanging in the air as she stood up from her desk and crossed the office. I wished I was in her pussy at a time like this, oral real as the contrast of making love to her asshole seemed almost sacrilegious, but then again, this was Bonnie after all and the idea that her butthole was the only part about her worthy of making love to, seemed equally appropriate. Cum!” “After the barbecue,” Daddy said, “I’ll make it up to you. Except that what he really said to daughter me was, 'Baja tus pantalones.'” “Trick?” I was puzzled. More important maybe was the smile she plastered across her face. "Oh, and do you plan on seeing her again?" Baxter tried to mount me as I tried to get up on my feet. So alone.