He picked up his phone and found 35 missed calls and messages from Abby. I should probably fill her in he thought as he called her. Hello. WHERE WERE ...OU LAST NIGHT! I called like a hundred times. Ya sorry about that, Shaun came over. Did you guys talk about it? Ya you could say that. Ross said getting a big grin on his face. Well, are you guys friends again? After last night I thing we are a little more than friends. Ross said. Shut up, tell me everything that happened. How am I supposed to do. Mom turned red and smiled kindly and told me to go to my room, that I needed to go to bed. Soon after that night, mom stopped breast feeding me and my brother. John would order my mom to take off her bra, and start sucking on her tits in front of me and my brother, anytime he pleased. It almost seemed like he was trying to get us tempted, always groping her breasts, taking her bra off, squeezing milk from them, sucking on them, making her taste her own milk. He was always telling us how good. "You're to be kept chained together and no one is to fuck you until you've been interviewed." He stared at my mound again and I tried to cover it with my free hand but one of the men who'd brought us, pulled it away. "Pity," the desk sergeant commented, "I would have liked to have seen if a white cunt was any different to a black one and that wimp boy of yours doesn't look as if he has enough meat to satisfy a woman."Roger gave an embarrassed cry and he too blushed. His penis was the only one. We heard the guys well before we saw them, their shouts and cheers echoing through the rocky hills that lined the winding road into the campsite. The park was unseasonably empty, but all the better for us. With no other campers nearby, we didn’t have to worry about quieting down as the night went on. I parked the car a few yards from the table where the guys were tossing die. Dom and I hopped out to cheers from the others, glad that we had finally made it. They passed us both margaritas, well,.