“Heaven help us all.”Traffic into San Antonio was lighter than normal with most holiday travelers heading out of town rather than into it, so JR s...ayed on Interstate 10. They passed the 1604 and Interstate 410 loops on the western side of the metro area, and then the same highway loops in reverse order on the eastern side. He took exit 597 and drove the frontage road for about a mile before turning right and following an assortment of small farm roads for several miles before meeting up with. Cyndi, her mouth filled with cock, her head being bounced a bit as Amber’s hips slid back and forth over Jax’s hard stomach. And Robin, sucking on her brother’s toes, almost like an afterthought, forgotten in the confusing milieu of bodies.Samantha’s arrival with her fake prick made Bree eagerly leave the barely competent licking that Jax was giving her, curious to see what it might be like to be fucked with fake cock. She wondered, if she liked it, if Jax or Samantha would help her get her own. “We have the house to ourselves and I have a comfortable twin bed that has never been fucked in so it needs to be broke in.”“Ah… I think it is best that I not come in.” Will told me. “I don’t want to get you in trouble if your parents should come home. And there is your brother.”“He is gone for the weekend too. Any other excuses Will?” I asked“No, but I am not coming in,”I shot him a dirty look and then said angrily, “You have to be gay since you do not want to fuck me.”Grabbing the house key. Lynn had never really touched me in public like that – in front of the tribe. But then again, we’d never witnessed an event like this. The homecoming of a defeated sector of our brethren. Somehow out of instinct I put my arms around her for a moment, unconsciously going into our own private world. Our secret place, the one I still wasn’t comfortable handling outside our hut, outside our bed sometimes. But Lynn wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Amanna. And her face was parched. She was.