I run back up the stairs and across the glass looking for . Meanwhile goes back into her room gathering clothes, shoes and toiletries off the floor and dresser into a large bag. The earth shakes again and Connie in fright from the tremor hides under a table. I finds her crouched under a table in ’s room holding a bag. “ come here we have to go” I says “leave the stuff.” “No daddy we will need some other clothes when we get outside." replies.
comes out and grabs I around his neck but refuses to drop the bag. I pick her up and she leaned over placing her head over his shoulder. I reached behind her, running his hands up along her fishnet legs. Gripping the back of her thighs I lifted up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his torso. Quickly I turned and bounded down the stairs, his hands clasped to each cheek of her spread and clenching ass.
I turned to the second flight of stairs. Becky and Amy were at the bottom looking up with a look of terror on their faces.
“What is wrong?” I ask
They point to the doorway to which I had kicked in the door. A portion of the ceiling had caved in over it, blocking the entrance. There appeared no way we were going to make it out that way.
Suddenly the floor shook again.
"Eke!" Becky squeaked stumbled forward into a wall. I also lost balance. I squeezed harder on 's bottom and tried desperately to regain my footing. 's grip on her Dad's shoulders tightened and she bit into my shoulder.
"Ah!" I shouted at the sudden bite from my daughter. I then fell forward into the wall next to Becky and Amy, pressing into it. My knees were slightly bent, so I pressed upwards with my legs. The action put pressure on my erection as it moved up into 's panty clad pussy. She quivered in my arms as my groin shoved her up along the wall. The movement caused her bare skin to squeak against the paint on the wall.
My head was reeling with all sorts of emotions. Fright, worry, and utter pleasure as I felt 's small tits rub into my chest. And also a little bit of guilt for enjoying it so much. I breathed heavy into 's neck as the earthquake kept up its constant tremors. I looked over to the side to see Becky and Amy leaning back against the wall next to them. Becky’s eyes were closed and she too was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved up and down exceedingly faster by the second. One of her hands on her belly and the other on her sternum, possibly for yoga-type help. Amy was watching everything. Licking her lips one hand rubbing her breast and the other her crotch.
Becky whimpered to herself, "I don't want die, I don't want die, I don't want die..."
My hands were massaging 's cheeks with each breath from Becky's lips as I watched her tits move up and down, up and down. I watched her transfixed with urges cascading through my body, like a man possessed. Suddenly I saw something in the corner of my eye. The basement door.
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