Dad wasn’t home, so as we trooped upstairs, many of us began divesting ourselves of clothes.When we got to my room, I asked, “How do we want to as...ign showers? I’d prefer to get it done in one round, so we’ll use both showers.”“I got it,” Liya stated. She tapped on her phone for a bit, then said, “Upstairs shower is Civia, me, Beth, and Heather.”“What did you do, Liya,” Civia asked.“I’ve got a spreadsheet, set up with a random number generator, as an icon. Yeah, it’s only a pseudorandom number. I'm sure that I could have entered the room unnoticed at this time, but I didn't. Next, she reached back to her night table and opened the top drawer. From it, she pulled out the biggest dildo I'd ever seen or imagined. It was at least 15 inches long and 7 or 8 round. Staying on her hands and knees, and again balancing on her left hand, she manoeuvred the huge rubber cock back between her legs with her right hand and began to rub it's veiny shaft from her ass hole to the top of here clit, each. “Do you think it’s far enough above the stream to be safe when that thunderstorm gets here?” she asked.“I darn sure hope so. We certainly won’t have enough time to get the rest of the way down, cross the stream and up the other side, let alone find another place to camp before those clouds get here,” Phillip returned.They made their way along the hillside until they came to the place that they had barely been able to see through the thick bushes and trees. Here, near the bottom of the steep. Now you do too.”I put my apprehension aside and agreed to accompany Emily on a Thanksgiving holiday. The day before Thanksgiving, Emily and I arrived at the local airport and waited on her father’s business jet.While we were waiting in the small airport lounge, Emily filled me in about her family. She told me that when her grandparents were in college during the 1960’s, they became hippies. The hippie movement was in full swing back then, she said. She told me her grandparents all lived.