A text from Carrie

It was high August. You hadn't heard from Carrie since the beginning of June. But you knew she was still seeing your dad. Sam sent you two photos, one of your dad and Carrie at a rodeo, and one of them at a steakhouse. Carrie was blonde now, and sported a tongue piercing. She also had been tanning. Frankly, you didn't have time to obsess anymore, working side hustles to pay for an attorney. You were looking most likely at community service and a fine. But when you did jerk off, it was watching Carrie and your dad.

Carrie: Hey. How are you holding up?

You: Busy. Working a lot to pay lawyer bills. Hoping I don't get house arrest. You?

Carrie: Ouch. Busy as well, just finished Sunday breakfast. Church here soon.

You: I never thought you the type.

Carrie: Me either, but I'm really starting to enjoy it! Listen, I was too harsh with you before. I do miss you, and I want us to be in each other's lives, always. Do you want to do sushi lunch next week, same Bat time, same Bat channel?

You: Sounds like a date.

Carrie: You're not in a drive through, right?

You: LOL no why?

She sent you a video, from rodeo night. They were making love, her still in her boots, his strong ass and thighs pistoning in the mirror as she filmed, feeding her big cock. Your cock was already leaking, but something...

You: Is that Newsmax in the background?

Carrie: LOL. I send you something so intimate and erotic and THAT is what you notice? Yes, we watch it a lot. A lot of stuff makes good sense actually. Sweet dreams ... pervert.