”They made the turn at the stop sign, and Hoot rolled the throttle down hard, making Sue Lynn hold tight to him to keep from sliding back.“OH SHIT...... I love this. Can we ride some more after we fish?”“Sure if you want to we will. I’ll take you out to the park where I work during the summer. Have you been out there yet?”“No, I heard about it and saw some brochures on it at the motel. I want a grand tour on your Harley.”“You got it.”Hoot slowed and they leaned into the turn to go down the grassy. When Bill commenced solidly thrusting upward into Peter’s mouth, Peter felt Chuck’s finger smearing ointment on his pucker. With Peter’s jaw about to be dislocated, Chuck entered his backside firmly.The discomfort from Peter’s initial spit-roasting was totally negated by the horniness washing over him. Peter was also amazed that he now had eighty percent of Bill’s dick in his mouth. It was also abundantly clear that Bill was insistent on going ‘all the way.’From behind, Chuck got into a steady. It was plan to get our sisters off their backs once and for all. They would show them what it was like to be humiliated and made to suffer. Really, it was all Thomas' idea. And it all started on a bright Saturday morning. The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon when Thomas woke up to the sound of his sister typing on his computer. He rolled over and glared at Emily through his sleepy haze. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” “Go back to sleep, Thomas. I am just checking my. The ‘straw that broke the camel’s back’, though, was when I saw the infamous Soapy Smith selling pieces of an Indian’s scalp. I knew that if I didn’t stop this really quickly, it could start an Indian massacre. Going up to him, I grabbed him and said, ‘Just what the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to start a massacre? We’re trying to stop all the Indian fighting, and you go out and murder an Indian, and try to sell bits of his scalp! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t arrest you.