As she sits on the edge of the bed I lift her nightie up. She raises her arms and it comes off. I drop it on the floor, take her panties from my pocke... and drop them on top of the nightie. She lays on her back cross wise with her legs slightly spread. As I look at her I can see her inner lips just protruding. It's almost like she's sticking the tip of her tongue out at me. I look down at myself and see a large drop oozing out of the end of my member. I drop my robe on the floor and lay down. 'This bunch of drunks will never miss us'.You nod and I hand you up from the camp chair.We get on my bike and ride slowly toward the moon.The feel of your arms around my waist is more intoxicating than the booze. I keep turning my head to the side to talk to you just to have my lips near yours.It is a short ride to 'Hang it out Gulch'. I stop the bike at the top of the rise on the edge of the cliff. There is a dead tree there to lean it against.Standing at the edge we gaze at the eerie but. The guys were encouraged by Bryan to feel me as they wished. I had fingers everywhere. I was told to clean the fingers of the guys that probed my wetness between my legs. At one point between hands, Bryan had me lean over the table. He forced two fingers inside my butt. All the guys were watching intently as he worked his fingers back and forth, in and out. I was so close to coming. Bryan removed his fingers and had me kneel as he feeds me his fingers for cleaning. The guys all watched as I. Thinking it was Jamilah, I turned my head to wisecrack about her joining me and there stood Kalila and Zahrah.The daughters of Basheera were wearing veils over their flowing abayas, but I knew who they were. You could have knocked me over with a feather when Basheera knelt by the tub, motioned for her daughters to do the same, and then started bathing me. I was not as embarrassed as I thought I would be when, once again, one of the widows was using me as a training aid.The daughters of Basheera.