Maggie – Part 9 – Rocky and the Census Taker
Maggie woke from yet another early morning sex dream, hot, sweaty and wet. She couldn’t even remember the details of the dream this time but all of her nights these days were filled with dreams of her getting fucked. Sometimes it would be her daddy, Emmitt, and other times her lil’ brother, Earl. Other times it would be ol’ lady Woodson’s 90 lb blue-tick hound, Rocky. And sometimes it was their pony, or even complete stranger. Regardless of who her dream fucker was, she would awake craving a cock. The covers were thrown off of her and her little sister Molly. They both laid there naked in the bed they shared, except for old ratty t-shirts as their nightgowns, the fan blowing to keep them cool. August in their trailer in the hollow outside Hazard, …