Knowing that she is my daughter's friend just adds to my excitement. We had finished eating when my wife said that she was going to the neighbor's hou...e. "Daddy, can Natalie spend the night?" Holly asked, giving me that pouty face that I could never resist. "Sure, honey," I answered."I'll let your mother know when she gets back." She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. They skipped off, hand-in-hand, to my daughter's bedroom. I sat on the couch and turned on the football game. Holly came. It seemed clear that these two photographer/models were going to be part of the stock of stories that would be told around Canyon Tours trips for years to come.The camp at Backeddy was a particularly nice one, fairly open with a nice view. As on most nice nights, a small bundle of wood was taken from one of the rafts and used for a small fire in a metal fire pan. The fire often burned down quickly, but it set a nice tone, and the stories often went on well after the last ember had winked out."I. ” After a couple of moments of silence, “Baby, have you ever wanted to hit any of us?”“Sure,” he said without hesitation and with a diabolical grin pasted on his face, “Not only have I thought about it, but I’ve done it many times, and every time I spank one of you, her pussy drips.”Diana giggled despite herself. “Jeff, darnit, I’m serious.”He sobered immediately. “I can’t believe you seriously asked me that. Only a fool would beat on a woman he loves. The answer, if you must have it, is not. It didn't seem important. She took another spoonful of soup, but didn't put it in her mouth. The fish floating there in the broth seemed so strange. Fascinating, really. She stared at it as the broth slowly dripped into her lap. She smiled.The sun had set when at last something else caught her attention. It was a voice. A vaguely familiar voice."English! Look at me!" Caroline looked to see that Wachea was the speaker. With him was an old, heavily-tattooed man bearing a staff, and the four men.
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