Standing in the kitchen, Mark pulled a tube out of his pocket. He pushed my legs apart and said, bend over. I was expecting his tongue. Instead I felt...his finger. It felt greasy as he circled my butt hole. I nearly dropped the eggs when he pushed in me. He moved in and out a couple of times, then pulled it out. Adding more lube he pushed in again. This time he twisted his hand left and right. Pulling out again we went to the table. My butt felt funny with the greasy mess on and in my butt.. Next Mom had Ashley hold a book on top of her head and then squat down and stand up a dozen times. Mom knew that Ashley’s bottom was creeping into her pussy lips and smiled at me again.Mom had Ashley face away from me and touch her toes ten times slowly so that I could zoom into her pussy nicely. Then Mom had Ashley sit there and talk to me while she put on a bikini too.As we sat there and talked Ashley was no longer as nervous as she had been. She hardly tried to cover herself up at all. She. As she entered she saw a man reclined under the sheet. He looked naked, and as she moved into the room she wondered what he would do to her. He scooted over, lifted the covers and patted the bed for her to get in next to him. The cold hollowness in her guts she'd felt as she first saw the man was now attacked by a flurry of rabid butterflies. Using more willpower than she knew she had, she crawled on the bed and lay down beside him. Tears tried to form, this man was going to fuck her and she. One of those little tickling shadows of thoughts lurking in his mind, told him that one day this would be his wife."Mr. Raymond?" he asked the man."Yes?" Harold Raymond?" Do I know you, son?" the asked, clearly confused."No. We have never met." How do you know my name?" the man inquired.David looked at him with a hard glaze on the man's face. "That's not important," he said. "What is important, is that I have a message for you."Harold Raymond turned and faced the young man standing next to him..