It was just too much ... I was cranky and tired all the time. I mean really tired. I just wanted to sleep.But I couldn't do that until Daddy – that'... how I was thinking of Zeus these days – woke up. Physically, the docs said that Daddy was fine, but they couldn't predict when he might come out of his coma. Might. As in might not, too.Finally, though, we were in the Naabeehó Bináhásdzo – we were home. That meant I could get to the Hummer, and that meant that I could talk to Martinez. I was sure. " Miranda said cryptically.The camp bitch was a short, slim woman not over five feet tall with small breasts and a droopy butt. The lips on her pussy hung down a bit protruding. She had a small mouth and a slender neck which might have trouble taking a big cock. She was also dirty.I said, "She will need to be cleaned inside and out before I will touch her."Miranda said, "Marva, come with me. We will supervise these three as they clean her in the creek. Bring your hose." Marva grinned. "This. ‘If only her brains were in her tits,’ thought Jenny, ‘she’d be a genius.’ Of course, poor Tinkerbelle was not the only one having trouble identifying the guests. Jenny could hardly contain herself when she heard one man ask his wife if the guy they had been talking to, in the tights and a ruffled collar, was supposed to be Humpty Dumpty. ‘No dear,’ explained his wife patiently, ‘his name is Hamlet… not Omelet.’ A younger version of Hugh Heffner was surrounded by three scantily-clad Playboy. Object? Heck, she was making little cooing sounds, like she was loving what was happening. Heck, I thought, maybe I’ll even write about this sometime.Then I had another thought, something, I joked to myself that was quite rare. We have a foam cushion, thick, probably a foot, lots thicker than a pillow. I don’t remember what we bought it for or, for that matter, even where it was. But I wanted it. I left my goddess, handcuffed and squirming on the bed, and went in search of the cushion. I.