I stripped off my shirt and laid down next to her, trying for maximum body contact. Greg, moaning in discomfort, not being fully healed himself, laid ...ext to me. “I’ll make sure not to touch her ... I DON’T wanna draw any healing from her. Maybe I can help YOU help HER.”I heard a giggle from Becky, as she shoved a nozzle up my and Greg’s asses. “And THIS will help my two heroes help her. We don’t want you two dehydrating either.”Greg laughed when Bob got an enema too. Arnold produced several. While she was blindfolded, naked and kneeling in front of his tent she heard him scuffing about undergrowth; yet her tits and her nipples betrayed her excitement; her cunt was juicing-up and she had an urge to frig herself!The snap of a twig jerked her back to reality. Heart racing she strained to hear another sound. Was someone there? Oh my God. What if someone is just standing there, watching me? She agonized over whether to call out.Then she felt a thrill at the idea of making herself come. The whole group descended on a pricey seafood restaurant and Dad swiped his band at the sensor at the hostess stand to get on the waiting list. It was a long list judging from the number of people standing around the entrance.Before Dad even had time to turn around, some guy in a suit came out and led their group upstairs to a private dining room. The food was fantastic and the dessert was even better. Jeff, Lori, and Shawna shared this amazing concoction of ice cream, dark chocolate cake, and. It was a Saturday night. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening… some party event of some kind for Dad’s work. They would be gone for several more hours probably. We neither knew nor particularly caredEven by this time, in my early teens I understood that our parents were different from others people’s. Growing up there was almost no physical affection shown to either my brother or me. Our parents didn’t hug us or kiss us. For that matter they didn’t show much affection to one another either..