It might be about the Pullman Strike or a hail storm that killed cattle and wiped out the crops. There were happy stories and sad stories but mostly ...hey were stories of perseverance. Important stories were told and retold and after hearing a story numerous times a child was expected to tell the story. If any detail was left out or incorrect, it would be corrected immediately. In this way oral histories would be passed on as reliably as if they had been written down.Intermingled among the. The room had 2 beds in it, and there was a naked woman on each bed, there was a young, (bout my age) guy behind each of the women, and there was one at each of their heads, and a third one was being jacked off. I turned to Patty and saw that she had taken that brief moment to get naked herself. It was about then that the woman on the left bed started to have a massive orgasm and the guy fucking her was right there with her, filling her pussy with his cum. It was then that I realized that that. This time, she answered.‘Slave, don’t you dare knock more than once. Do I really have to punish you already?’ She sighed and said ‘Get on all fours and follow me…NOW’ Without saying a word, I obediently follow her into her living room, wondering what she is thinking.‘Kneel in front of the chair over there slut’ I do as I’m told and wait for her next command. I see her go over to her drawers and take out a box. I try to peek over and see whats inside. She sees me looking and sharply says ‘Did I. I first thought was "I p-d in my sleep".Then when I was more awake I could feel my b.....r wasin between my legs. I do not recall having my pj's being removed. Later he told me that he took his timeremoving them hoping I did not wake up an be mad.I was far from mad, I was shaking, hot, sweaty, with goose bumps all over me. My slit was soaking wet andthere was liquid running down my butt cheeks. At leastwhat my brother did not slurp up. It felt so good having my slit licked and the lips of.