Deep in the Low Country

Sam and Mira and Alisa ran, and ran, and kept running. They made it back to South Carolina, back to Columbia. But as soon as they stopped, the fear set in, and they fled again, this time to the Low Country. And they fled from the small towns, from the barely-anyone-there towns, to someplace so insular and so tiny that they felt safe.

And then they healed. Healed from the control and dominance and rules that Walter had enforced. Mira's cock healed, of sorts. She'd never have the size or performance that she used to have. But she could get an erection with Sam buried up her backside. And Sam was more than capable of pleasing them both. And that, at this moment and in this path ... was enough.