Once satisfied with the amount of suds on your stomach, you move down to between your thighs. You squat a little as to reach deep in between them. Lik... your chest, not much was really going on down there. A few little hairs stuck out every now and then, but they weren't hard to clean up. You finish up by scrubbing your legs and back. You wash the suds off and rinse your hair with the shampoo you had put in a little while ago. Turning the shower dial in the opposite direction, the water came to. She began to laugh like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Kathy was behind her and had to agree that it was pretty funny."Tol' you," was all Emmeline could say.Nathan just stood there as Emmeline let out the last from her bladder while holding onto her daddy's head. He had turned around to face the others by this time and it looked like he was peeing since the urine streamed down his back, followed the contours of his balls, and finally dripped off the end of his penis.Hannah could. They had tied them to trees, torn off most of their clothes, and were taking them from the back, either standing or on their knees, the man's choice obviously. At first the women probably screamed and twisted under attack, but as time passed they became almost silent, grunting now and then or crying out a plea, but obviously past the point of resisting what they had to tolerate. The men were laughing and drinking. Even if I had a gun with me, there was little I could do except wait for. "Now put both hands on the wheel and slowly turn it back and forth." I did as he said and the boat started swerving back and forth, rolling up on its side a little with each turn. "Now go straight again and give it a little more throttle." As we approached the end of the lake Pete told me to turn the wheel so we wouldn't wind up on shore. I turned it faster than I should have and the boat rolled hard on its side as we made a fast, sharp turn. "Now straighten the wheel back out." We headed.