That was good for a long time. The end was rounded and tapered, then got larger again and tapered back down near the bristles. I could push it as deep...as the bristles and keep it inside without holding it with my hand.” Anita explained.“Wow… cool!” Sharon exclaimed. “So, did you just kneel on the bed or floor?”“Both, sometimes I would squat over it and take it in that way.” Anita stated.“Then what?”“Well, the handle of the toilet brush, carrots, then wine bottles and stuff.” Anita confessed. Today, this had only happened once and after we drifted some distance from this other group, the two girls' shirts were again stowed away. Even then, they could be considered over dressed by continuing to wear the bottom half of their bikinis on this clothing optional river that flowed towards Utah's Lake Powell.Ellen beached the raft on a small sand bar dominated by a thick stand of willow so Donna and I could investigate our second archaeological site of the morning. We had passed through a. Her fingers made small circles in that small, confined area and my erection grew a little more erect. Her finger moved down. I gasped loudly as she pressed it against my tightly puckered asshole. She pressed even harder and I raised my butt off of the mattress; partially to evade that probing digit and partially to allow it easier entrance. I'm not sure which. But, slowly the pressure of her finger won out against my clenched sphincter and my very private and personal space was invaded. I felt. I had felt her desire to be fucked by big dicks, but I didn’t realize she wanted to fuck other men. I swallowed, struggling to process just what that meant. None of my other sisters wanted that.Pyrriah certainly didn’t. She liked our dragon-mother’s girl-dick, but she really only wanted mine. But Lasla ... She had far, far more of our father in her. In some ways, Pyrriah really didn’t feel like Las’s daughter. She couldn’t sense lust. Her sex drive wasn’t nearly as strong as Lasla’s. Maybe I.