I knocked on their door. As it opened I saw two teens 69ing each other. Two adults came out and closed the door.“We hope that you could do something...for us.”We sat on a bench in a common area between the elevator and the hallway to our cabins.“We are Horus and Hathor Mann. In our cabin are our daughters Abby, 20, Jenny, 19 and our twin sons James and Will, 18.”“I’m Mike Rickets, The two ladies in my cabin are Beth and Chrissy. Chrissy is the Japanese lady.” You don’t look Egyptian but I bet you. "There. I'm sure that feels better. You will not need this. They are so beautiful; it's a shame to cover them up." I stuffed the little bra in my pocket; I had a girl who would look very good in it, a very young one, a private student pupil of mine, one who really squealed when I boned her and was so young that she could only take half of what I had."Please," she said, trying to pull the front of her shirt back together over her jutting mounds with their puffy tits."Yes, Sylvia, I can help you.. Other matters would have to take precedence. These were the traitors, more aptly sinners, that liked to pronounce themselves as rebels. The Kinsfolk, he believed they called themselves now. Delusional fanatics, sprouts of a seed long thought extinct, dire remnants of a long lost cause.He should have personally eradicated the lot of them, a long time before they developed the propensity to spread their mewling half-truths and insidious propaganda. Their riotous myths were always the preferred. I grabbed the blanket that was on the couch and put it over her. Night night daddy. she stayed in that position and started to drift off to sleep again. I could have stopped right there…just pretend like nothing ever happened…she would never have to know. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the tequila bottle out of the cabinet and poured myself a shot…and then I poured myself two more. What kind of monster was I? I needed to stop but I didnt want to. I walked back into the living room. She.