I lay there thinking about everything I saw between Dale's thighs. As I laid there, I wished I had reached out to touch it.Only two short days later, ... was back at Dale's garage. It was early evening, perhaps 7:00 p.m., so the yards across the neighborhood were already growing dim with the setting sun. I was hosing off and wiping down the boat in the driveway, and Dale was sitting at his desk in the back of the garage, talking on the phone. Geneva came from the house and joined us for a moment. Occasionally he would find himself confronted with some individual or other but, in his dreams, none had spoken to him. Until now.He was in a long corridor, white and cool but with a clear sense of heat beyond its walls. The stonework was pierced, decorative. Bas-relief carvings line the walls, elaborate scenes featuring improbable sexual antics featured at every turn.At the far end of the corridor he saw two figures both dressed in Indian costume. One, the man, beckoned him. The other, the. "I'd recognize that voice anywhere and it filled me with dread.What the fuck was Dad doing here?Ever hear of knocking, Dad?" Rick asked, keeping himself between me and our father. Dad would never hurt either of us, but apparently Rick wasn't taken any chances given the circumstances."I came here to give you the money you'd asked for, Rick. When I heard the two of you screaming, I was afraid something was wrong." My dad was ex-military. If we really had been in trouble, he was definitely the one. Maybe she was a natural for sodomizing, too, she thought, hurrying across the hot sand to the cool water.They'd led one of the hones--Jane's stallion, Stacy saw-- out into the lake. Max was holding the bridle reins. The horse's cock was hard, with the end of the long shaft poking down into the water. Jane and Virginia were washing it, dipping their hands into the water again and again, rubbing along the entire length of the big prick. The rest were standing around in the knee-deep water,.