It was my aunt with George and Maria. Maria rushed to Charlie, rubbing his head. While the dog rolled over waiting for a rub on his stomach. George wi...h a bag full of cleaning material, he dropped it on the kitchen table. My aunt opened one of the kitchen units, finding a pair of rubber gloves. With Helen arriving ten minutes later. By midday the house was spotless. While the ladies relaxed on the veranda, George and I washed our cars. While Maria bathed Charlie, using the hosepipe.Maria and. I had one of those little grippy toys on my desk at work, and one of the hand grip exercisers like bodybuilders use was on my night table at home. I could crush him with either hand, and I had my strong right hand wrapped around his throat. I grinned down at him, and he swallowed again.I tensed both of my hands, squeezing cock and throat, and felt him tense up below me. I let out a single laugh then, and let him take another breath.I didn't have to break his windpipe to kill him. I just had to. And she wouldn't even mind it. But she knew that they wouldn't risk that. For all they knew, she could run away from camp after being raped.She knew better, but she counted on their nobility for not taking that kind of chance.Valerie's first occasion to breach the subject was of course with Barry. She told the group that she was off to wash up. And as she expected, Barry was there already, waiting for her.He had run ahead and was breathing heavily from the exertion of his race. Valerie smiled. As long as everyone was pulling together, she was forgiving and lenient. Cross the line and there was hell to pay.His oldest sister, Beth, was the math nerd in the family. She was majoring in engineering, but she did not have the classic engineer personality. She came across more like the prototypical sorority chick - flirty, party ready and always up for a good time. But she had her mother's work ethic. Ben's other sister, Mindy, was more like the philosophy major type. She was quiet,.