"Well, good night, ladies - have a good sleep!" Now, Beverly spoke up - out of character for her (must have been the Golden Cadillacs): "Let's see tha... thing of yours again - I kind of liked it!" Oh, Fuck - now what do I do? "Beverly, it's getting late and . . ." Lucille interrupted me with a resounding, drunken "Beverly, that's a great idea. Young man, come in and show us your cock!"So, what do I do NOW? Not wanting to have them yelling down the hall with a "Show us your cock" thing, I entered. ..what? it was the older cousin who'd fucked Brad right? why would the younger intervene? what was going on? in his sexually wired mind the idea began to evolve that maybe his brother was fucking both.looking at his brother he saw him talking animatedly to the older one while Val was returning to her dinner while his own lay untouched. still confused and unable to either put it down to mere coincidence or find a plausible explanation to replace it, Mich returned moodily to his dinner while. “Don’t look so shaken, you haven’t the breasts to carry two buckets of water even if I had the desire to teach you such a lesson, now off with your wet clothes and let us be about the business of planting” Madame insisted.I could hardly believe she expected me to walk through the house in nothing but underskirts. She insisted that the others were asleep and unless I wanted them to see me this way I would hurry.I got out of my soaking bed and removed the linens and set them to dry while Madame. It was a very happy dream, but that didn't last. Suddenly, the clouds began to cover the sky. Lightning begin to flash. The mood left the peacefulness and took a drastic turn. Then just when it seemed things couldn't get worst in the dream for Kurumi, they came. They rode along the land on top of the black horses. Eyes on the horses that seem like they were made from the fires of hell. That wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was the riders. They were big men with strong arms and legs. They.