Larry couldn’t take his eyes off her near perfect breasts. There wasn’t a tan line to be found on that hot body; and, her breasts were standing up...ight and perky. She casually walked toward them both. Stan said, “Larry, it’s ok, man. Clare is the love of my life; but, there is something you should know about us. We live a different life than most. I really don’t know how to describe it – other than to say it is better experienced than discussed.” Larry’s mind was reeling. A few minutes ago he. Her hands explored every nook and cranny of my body paying particular attention to my bum and then to my cock, she grabbed it and started to wank me slowly and very carefully, she asked if that was ok......oh yes.....she then asked if i could wash her boobs, i took great pleasure in soaping up her wonderful tits and gently rubbed sopa into her tits and played with her nipples, she groaned and said it was lovely, and she loved my cock, i then slid my hand over her stomach and down between her. She came, then, with a little cry. And because I was her soul-sister, more attuned to her by the drug than ever, I came, too. I swooned, and Jeff caught me. And all around me, there was swirling light and what sounded like singing and chanting coming from far away. I heard Sara give a gasp; she was cumming, too. Then the sound died away.Was I coming down? No, the drug was just shifting gears, and coming back in a different way. It was as if we were all lust, all gonads and genitalia, the rest. Mr Saxon had alerted them, it seemed. A tall, ex-Marine looking cop got out, assessed the situation, and got, to his satisfaction, the straight scoop.After a quarter-hour or so, having heard all he likely needed to, the cop pulled my father to one side, far enough away we shouldn't have been able to hear, and said, in a voice we couldn't help hearing: "You touch that boy again," gesturing at me, "I'll take this gun," he held up his service revolver, "stick it up your drunken ass, and pull the.