For us, it was something of a rite of passage, and while our parents certainly didn’t encourage it, society didn’t treat it as abnormal the way it...has been starting to recently. And while we weren’t given as much freedom as we might have liked, we were treated mostly as adults, and weren’t nearly as controlled as teenagers are now. I call it the ‘infantilization of teenagers’, because more and more, society, and parents, are restricting what teenagers can do as if they were little kids.”“You. They had pretty much taken over all our internal tissue. My breasts were tightening my muscles were realy strong and apart from the few tendrils I looked pretty fit.The new camp was always full of scientists and doctors and now there were a couple of documentary film and news crew. There must be about forty men in total. There were a few women as well. They were very kind and well meaning but I got the feeling that they were just thinking I’m glad its not me. I’m not sure when it started but. I said well do you want to go back and get him? She said what about you ? I said I'll hide and watch. She said OK. I slipped my hand under her skirt and ran two fingers between her pussy lips. She was really wet . I stepped off the trail to find a hiding place. From my spot I watched my sexy little wife go to find her a thick cock to fuck. I waited for nearly an hour before I went to look for her. I went to the car and noticed Marc's motorcycle was gone. I started to get worried about her when. He was already halfway to Bozeman.‘He left! Crap! I told Father this would happen!’“Give me a line to Jake, please,” Alicia asked the console.‘Line open…’ printed out on the display. Jake had the console’s voice turned off.“Uncle Jake?” she said, into the console. “Uncle Jake?“I know you can hear me. Please come back,” she said.‘Receiver disconnected…’ printed out on the display.‘Damn!’ she fumed. ‘He’s going home. To his old home, to work things out in his head. Uncle Jake is so damned.