Daddy pulled up in his truck about the time we reached my truck.Mama grabbed my hand and reassuringly squeezed it. We were silent as he opened his doo..., climbed out, and stared at us. No one spoke for a few moments. Wanting him to make the first move, we waited until he finally walked towards us. He looked at Mama, then me, then finally Michael. His expression was unreadable to me.Michael made the first move and took a step toward him, extending his hand, "Hello, Sir. I'm Michael."Daddy stared. The only thing she could hear was the sound of an old woman’s voice, rising to a verbal crescendo that matched what the other women in the teepee were feeling physically. Then, Birthing Woman’s singing stopped, and was replaced by joyous, cackling laughter.Brad felt bad about having to go on to the high meadows with the sheep, while the Collins boy went off to find the Indians, or his mother, or his sister, or Bobby ... or perhaps all of them together. He looked thoughtfully at Enid, who had. Every last drop. I shouldn?t have to go get a wash rag when you?ve done it right, cunt!??Yes, Mistress Graves,? I whined, lapping up the rest.?Now clean it. I want my leg clean. Lick it like a kitten, without the spit. Nice and slowly, every last bit of where your filthy cum touched me!?I licked, as Mrs. Graves laid back, enjoying her conquest like the pampered old woman she was.?That will be enough. I want you to go back to your hut. If you tell anyone about this, I?ll cut you off. . It looked like their after-hours club story was legit, so I wasn't on the defensive and was, in fact, eager to get inside where there were other people. Steve led the way, and unlocked the door, holding it open for the rest of us. I couldn't hear any music or people inside, and I began to get this cold, clammy feeling that they were up to something that I hadn't planned on. Steve locked the door behind us, and left the lights off, so that only the light from a couple of beer signs behind the.