We went over to the absolutely ancient looking hand carved and sawed to become as she termed the “Summoning” table. A dark maroon velvet... covering over the flat top of it, ancient in it’s look and had many thick leather straps in her arms she’d reached and gathered from a storing spot in under this ancient table of sorts wide enough for a body to fit on it, and long enough to accompany someone of average height. This thing sitting right in the middle of a huge pentagram burned into. As I approached my older sister turned onto her side, facing me and giving me a perfect frontal view of the body that I know all of my friends looked at and secretly wanted. I had never seen a naked girl before and I was now actually looking at Felicia's tits and cropped cunt, which still had that plastic cock partially inserted.When I reached the side of the bed, our eyes met. I could see that my sister was studying me, and I guess that she wasn't sure what my reaction would be, but she. Myra realized that if the young owlhoots could be trickedinto believing that an Indian war party was trying to corner them, theycould be spooked into doing something stupid.Then the gunfire died down on both sides.?What's going on?? she whispered.?Can't tell! They must have run back into the ravine. Follow me; keepyour head down.? He led her farther on through the cold-blightedbrush, behind a row of standing rocks where someone else was hiding.She couldn't make out much beyond an outline,. “Well I’m not getting on that thing without a helmet.”“Oh for fuck’s sake...”He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bike. Sitting sideways across his lap, she yelped as he pulled out into the street with the storeowner running out after him. Speeding down the road, she held onto him for dear life, screaming into his chest. She was silenced when he placed his hand on the back of her head.“Relax, I’M your helmet.”At that moment, her heart calmed and she momentarily forgot she was on a.