“Well you’ve heard of the Swinging Sixties?” I asked. “Isle of Wight Festival, the original ones? Woodstock? Hippies? Communes? That was me. I...was smoking dope in 1967, and dropping a lot more besides. I daresay it’s hard to believe now.”“Wow,” Lettie was grinning at me, Janie too. Lettie lit up, took a pull and passed me the joint.The smoke wafted under my nose and memories flooded back, suddenly. I savoured a long, slow draw, held it down, and let it out. God. I’d been so respectable for so. He rubbed the lotion into my shoulders and down my back, but stopped short when he got to my waist."Mmmmmm, put some on my bottom, Daddy. It's really dry, and it needs to be worked in. Do you mind?" Not if you don't, sweetheart," he muttered, "Lift your butt a little."I got on my hands and knees and raised my ass, watching the look on his face over my shoulder. Clark was just staring at my stretch-nylon-covered pussy. Being only inches away, I was sure he could see the moisture leaking from my. She gagged and spit up some saliva which ran out of the corner of her mouth and down her face. "That's right, slut, I want to see a sloppy messy face!" he said. She nodded and he pushed back in again holding her throat as he fucked it. He pulled out and more saliva poured from her mouth covering her face and getting into her hair. He moved closer and wiped his saliva coated cock across her face, smearing her spit all over her face. He rubbed his balls across her face. "Lick my hairy nuts,. She climbed slowly but steadily, stopping every so often to notice a plant or a bush. Sometimes she shared the name with him or spoke about its use. He would nod gravely, as if thanking her for the information. Sometimes he would repeat the name to aid his memory for another time. ‘Look!’ she cried, pointing to a hawk, lazing on the final thermals of the day. ‘This is a sign from my totem,’ he told her, his voice deep and halting, ‘You lead me where my courage and wisdom will be tested to the.