She wasn't sure. But her emotions weren't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could Bubble Butt still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their wombs were still flooded with it. Daisy didn't even look at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy's shoulders. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight of everything hadn't hit her yet. Plus, she'd had time to cry in the cage. J-Rod was also at the same crash sight setting an over-watch. As Mister O barely maintained his consciousness, Doc continued to patch up his amateur wounds and then looked up at the girls. "He's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a blood transfusion. What's your blood types?" Doc asked with girlfriend a tone of concern. He'd probably have questions as to what happened to them, but now wasn't the time. When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. "O-" she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. "I... don't know," she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young life. When they heard the strike team over the radio, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she didn't know the things that they knew. "I think... once it all started... we went to a different place... like, the whole church went to a different place." "Good!" Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with real his sexy med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her vein. She raised her hips up a little so he would have better access. The man dashed towards the source eager see who was the “damsels in distress” and what he witnessed was nothing like he have seen before: I can’t exactly just go into town and pick us up some real pizza for dinner. Another of the dust devils kicks up a small cloud as it twists across the plain. “…professor?” to keep things moving along.” “Oh my God Bri, that was fantastic! I bred her while the pleasure surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises girlfriend Bubble Butt as he delved in and out of her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot sexy of an orgasm growing in her gut. Then again, who would look between someone's amateur crouch?