Seeing my reaction, Gina too joined in. The girls were sitting on the bench, sucking my breasts.I was standing in between them, in my panties, leaning...on the desk, as they licked and sucked my small nipples. Gina was slowly sucking my right breast. I could feel her warm saliva on the skin of my right breast.She was softly squeezing my breast with her hand, as she slowly licked my nipple with her tongue. Swati, on the other hand, was tormenting my left breast. My left breast was getting. She sat on her tottering old gray front porch, slowly, evenly rocking in time to some unheard rhythm, watching her river and marking the passage of her years. The sun flickered bronze in the rippling shallows. She looked back to the warm spring night, oh so many yeas ago, her second husband, Donald had insisted they go to the river to bathe. Her first born, Denise, lay asleep in the crib he had fashioned for her of wood from the old lightening-struck live oak out back. He had guided her, shy. There were six of us girls and we piled into the old farm utility truck and drove out to the dam – taking care to approach it from the back-side of the wooded area where the trees grew next to the dam. We quietly moved through the wood to see Harry leisurely swimming around the dam oblivious to our presence. We found the horse tethered to a tree and Harry’s clothes nearby. I removed the leather belt from Harry’s jeans. I was planning ahead. We secreted ourselves amongst the undergrowth and. They took small skins and dipped it in the warm sweet smelling liquid. They bathed his body with the warm herb sensed water. He wanted to resist them. Savages, didn't they know that a mixture of dirt and sweat protected the body from infection.Both of them talked to the other in their evil language. They laughed as if they had some god forsaken plans for him.After they had finished his bath they rubbed some more of the greasy stuff on him, covered him and went to the other side of the fire. For.