He was certainly rough, but Ciara did nothing to deny him, tilting her head to the side, offering herself to him. She felt electric pleasure crackling...between her legs, and was dimly aware that her inner thighs were coated in a hot, sticky layer of her nectar. His hands seized her shoulders and yanked her back against him, ravenously kissing and gnawing along her neck, throat and shoulder. His chest pressed to her back, the lines of powerful musculature felt easily on her skin. Then another. Something orchestral, Brahms perhaps, was on the music system and it effectively masked any sounds Marta might be making despite his best efforts to listen. After what seemed a long time (and to a half-naked and blindfolded Ray, any time seemed long) Ray's hearing was further muffled by the heft of Marta's breasts pressed around his ears from behind. Her fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of his shirt and she pressed him forward just enough to remove that last garment before lacing her hands. Dad seemed to get a little better and could sit up for a while. Once again we all sat around watching t.v. until bedtime. This time the baby seemed to go down nice and I found myself lying in bed waiting for Rita to go to sleep. About an hour later I was sure she was out and slid out of bed and out of the room and into my Mom's. She was waiting for me as I slid into bed next to her, wrapping her arms around me and greeting me with a ferocious french kiss that soon led to another round of. Each of them undid their belts and stripped naked, putting their shoes and clothing in the pouches, and donning a pair of high top moccasins, pulling them up to their knees. They fastened their belts around their waists, and started moving slowly forward, each of them standing straight and tall. Each of them revealed something the men would have probably NEVER considered. "They've been watchin' us ever since we crossed the dam at the pond. They know what we're doin', how many of us there are,.