My mind raced and I headed toward the VCR. I soon had it rolling and there we were drinking that strange wine. I watched fascinated as the previous ni...ht was repeated for me. I had my hand in my wet pussy soon and I came over and over as I watched four adults fucking me everyway possible. And me fucking them back enthusiastically.At the end of the tape, my Dad stood alone in the scene as he explained the rules of the tribe. The one I remembered the most was being encouraged to fuck any member. I had left without regret. I didn’t want to become like my father. Struggling day to day and living months at sea. I had done that as a teen. I wasn’t about to do that the rest of my life. So what did I do? I enlisted in the Army. At least there my feet would be on dry land. Stuffing my hands into my pockets I turned and watched the nearest boat begin to pull up it’s nets. Yep, big difference that change made for me. In the Army you still struggled. Except there it was to stay alive. And as. Swallowing something bulky like a crusty piece of breadsometimes makes that feel better, or a muscle relaxant.It’s the MS… I’ve had it since I was 23, I came downwith a fever and was in bed a week. Afterward, I wasnever the same, weak and tired all the time. Myemotional health was frail too, I was either manic andhyper, or tired and depressed and felt like jumping offa bridge. My eyes burned with fatigue . But somehow Itaught myself how to keep working at my job, to pushand. Once he let up and removed it, she choked hysterically. Thick strings of saliva hung from her lips like melting icicles. Avery stretched out on the sofa again, folding his arms behind his head. Becky joined him, belly down, her head raised above his cock. He had so much to tell her. debilitating thoughts that lingered, getting more severe with each passing day. He came to her for consolation, that's what her degree was in, but as the appointments grew more personal and Avery began introducing.