JENNIFER
I finally stumbled out of the restroom looking like a drowned raccoon who’d just been thoroughly f****d because I had. My bikini was back on, but everything underneath was swollen, sticky, and still dripping their c*m. I tied the cover-up tight, prayed the ocean breeze would hide the smell of s*x, and jogged to the shoreline where the family was already splashing around like nothing demonic had just happened twenty feet away.
Noah and Aaron were in the water, tossing a football, grinning like angels.
Angels with monster c***s who’d just double-stuffed me in a public bathroom.
I waded in up to my waist, hoping the salt water would wash away evidence and sin.
“Jenn! Photo time!” Lisa yelled, waving her phone.
Dad was already posing with a boogie board like he was seventeen. N
