"Art? Art! Wake up," I heard you through my sleep. " Why don't you come up to bed?"I forced open my resisting eyes to see if I was dreaming. You were ...ent over me, your long hair caressing my exposed chest. There was one part of me that had more quickly awakened; which was a fact I was oblivious to until I stood up and felt it's familiar straining as it pushed against the fleece of my sweats Instantly I knew that you couldn't have helped but seen the tent pole I surely made with my erection. "Moooom! Daaaad! Zetsaaa!" Zax cried. His memories of his experience in the beasts' territory were clear and unhindered by strange sensations or black radiance. The tiny bit of his awareness that was present and witnessed back then emerged from where it was submerged and made all the pent up stress erupt in one go."Mom! Mom! Dad..." Zax called for his parents. He barely gave notion to how in one moment his mind was so sober and in another he lost himself to mere feelings. But children do not. She used the days onboard the yacht to make a start in getting to know him, desperately trying to make up for so much lost time. The truth about how Donald had been able to recognise her came out quickly."Mama Brenda and Papa Graham never let me forget that I had real parents somewhere and that you loved me," Donald told her. "They showed me pictures of you. When I was little, Mama Brenda would tell me stories at bed-time and they were always about you coming to take me home one day." What. He pried them apart and rubbed them between his fingers and worked one fingertip around the quivering, raw little rim of my cunt-mouth. And all I could do was make my hips go! I knew there was cunny-juice there; I could feel its heat as it oozed out and the cold as it began to dry. He spread it all over me--on my pussy lips and into the crack between my "bum-apples," as one of the boys used to call them, and right on my scared, puckered little asshole!I can't remember everything he did that.