I introduced them again, this time to the crowd of stoners, and they seemed to get on very well and had found their niche. I watched with some amazeme...t as my cousin puffed away at the joint like a pro, and Michael seemed to have little difficulty as well. I took a bit myself. I suppose having hippie parents has its perks.With a nice buzz under my belt, the music began to sound even better, and we bopped along, having a couple coolers each and a little more weed before decided it was time to. Some things that happen to us are special. This is one of my most memorable ones.I grew up in a very, very small town. I would always hang out with my friends. Roaming through the woods and country side. Just camping out in the woods or spending the night with each other. We were all so young and innocent. It was before we all grew up and went to Vietnam or raised a family. Not a care in the world.So one day I was just hanging out with my friend roger. we only lived a few hundred feet from each. Bob started laughing at Tina " god fuck you Tina you're sick living your mother like that you retarded mother fucker " he laughed as he noticed his cock started to grow " ha looks like daddy's gonna rape you Tina " Bob played as he walled over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of old fryer oil . he generously lubed up his cock before he forcefully grabbed the disfigured lumpy ass of his daughter and in one move slammed his member into his daughters virgin cunny . Tina looked up as she felt. "And this is your journal," said Beth as she handed them the booklet. "You will do this the first thing every day when you get here. You will write your thoughts, feelings, anything that you want. Anatoly, you will write about two paragraphs; Natasha, you will do 4 to 5."They each sat down, grabbed a pencil, and went to work. Anatoly was seemingly unfazed by anything, but Natasha was visibly embarrassed and tried to cover her breasts and crotch. Beth took attendance and went around making sure.