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Uncle George and Tom started policing the area.
"We have to get out of here well before dawn; just in case someone comes to check out this cabin," said George, in his commanding voice. Pointing at the wimps, "These two are useless, no energy." Tom threw the sleeping bags and these two creatures and their clothes in the back of the van. "We can dump it all in the alley where we picked them up."
Maisey was putting herself together, and was fully clothed; well, old jeans and the ripped sweatshirt.
The last thing Fiona heard was, "Bye babe, it was fun... for me, anyway."
Then the doors to the van slammed shut and the tires squealed, kicking gravel as it sped down the drive.
Fiona opened her eyes; she had not even realized she had closed them. Maisey, or rather, the vision of Maisey, turned into the very real Meg. An exhausted Fiona crawled over to Meg... and greedily, as a babe needing security, started suckling on Meg's generous tits... with a look of fulfilled contentment.
(more to come?)
