Sniffing for gas and smelling none I know we can take care of her pains first. She is on her door, her feet splayed up on the seat. I grasp her leg and tug on it and see her wince but I can tell it is not broken as I run my hands down her calves and then thighs searching for anything that might tell me of the extent of her injuries. My thumbs slide under the slit of her shorts dragging against the hem of her panties at her thighs moving down between them feeling the heat of her against the back of my hand as I gently explore.
She gasps, “Dad” as my knuckles brush against her mound slightly while checking her.
With a smile I continue on the other leg and then announce to her that she is okay, we had best get a camp setup.
I stand on the steering wheel and push at the window on my door until the door flings open and I can get out.
Grasping the truck I heave and pull trying to right it but it is stuck in the mud and I am unable to do anything with it. Then I see our things strewn over a wide area and start collecting it.
“Daddy” my daughter yells drawing me to look over at the truck to see…
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