..” Andrew said, with a small voice.“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I was a teenager too at some point,” Beth stated, turning her attention to...a small village in the distance.“I remember how I fingered myself at least twice day when I was your age,” Beth said after a minute, turning her attention back to her son. “I was a really horny one.”“M-o-o-o-m!” Andrew exclaimed.“What? It’s just the two of us here, it’s not like anybody else can hear us. Did your father have the birds and bees talk with. Stan kept the live video going, and put up some video from the other week, when Brittany was over.Cathy and Brit had been friends since kindergarten, and had been lovers since they were in fourth grade. Two, sometimes three times a week. Stan watched on the video; Cathy was on all fours, her face buried in Brit's pussy. Cathy's small ass wiggling.Stan looked back at the live video. Cathy motionless, the cover revealing one breast, her head to the side, her mouth open. Stan swallowed hard. While. ' he instructed, his voice stern and rough in language. No emotion shown.Claire shook her head, refusing.'Open your mouth bitch.' He instructed again, his voice sterner with a little added menace.She slowly parted her lips, and with impatience he pushed his finger inside, tracing it over, upon and behind her teeth.'Suck it.'Claire hesitated, unsure where his finger had been and asked, slightly incoherently 'Do I have to?''Do I have to ask you again?' he questioned with a retorical. But the manner of their return had another effect, separate from mere relief or gladness. Anna, already mysterious, had given them the makings of a new living myth. She swept along like a ghost, drawing masses of fanatical followers in her wake; Jaide could see how dangerous she could easily become. Already, there seemed to be no limit to her power.Crowded around were what had been a resistance movement, farmers and slave girls and a few soldiers. There were so few! Were they all that survived.