Morgan throws the door open, flooding my room with unwelcome sunlight, "let's go, we have a boat to catch."
She watches me like I'm the special on a s*x menu while I dress. She brought food so in ten minutes, I'm ready to go.
The truck is in the yard, next to the stable door. I've got the crates open and ready. Morgan is quivering with excitement, "Let's go get the gold."
I walk up the stairs behind her, looking up her shorts. No panties today. I love her furry p***y. At the door, she steps aside, "You get the honors, brother."
I punch in the four numbers; the knob won't turn. I try again. Morgan shoves me out of the way and tries. She looks at me, "What the f**k?"
"He changed the combo."
Morgan stands there, crying and pounding on a bale of hay, "f**k him, f**k him, f**k him. I need
