Maybe you can get something out of her. Okay, bring her in here and let me talk with her. Right then I was numb. Here she is, Daddy, Leslie led Rach...l into the kitchen by the hand. Boy, you really learned how to kiss, didnt you? I asked I figured it might be best to start where the ice had been broken and go on from there. Yeah, Im the best kisser in the whole camp, she bragged. Oh? Who told you that? I asked in a noncommittal voice. She started to get tears in her eyes. Daddy, I cant tell. She took my hand that was greased up by her juices and stuffed my fingers in her own mouth. She looked me straight in the eyes with pleasure tasting herself. We kissed a bit swapping her juices between us. Then I said a bit teasingly if she wanted me to take my cock out. Yes she said with a big smile and I went to stand on the floor in front of the bed and removed my underpants. She looked a bit hesitantly at my cock but I was really horny now and put my hand behind her head to push her to my. His mind reeled. He was a dancer, head low, chest heaving with gasping exertion, his knees thrusting high as his moccasin-clad feet pounded into the hard-packed clay floor, the throbbing, hypnotic booming drums sending his head forward and back, his steps spinning in tight circles around the fire, pausing briefly when he passed in front of the naked figure hanging from leather thongs. The man's arms and wrists were tightly bound to a peeled pole frame, lashed to twin posts between the fire. Stan had his arm around both of them. He reflected that now they each shared their love equally with the others, in all possible ways. The three were now truly The Three. Equal Shares for all. The End. – – – – – – – – – Afterword So we come to the end of this tale, of the story of Stan, Anne and Denise, of Elaine and Susan, of Elizabeth and James, and of all the other characters who showed up in Equal Shares. Writing this story took me just about a year. In that time I gained many things: new.