Marilyn opened her legs to give him better access, but her own hand went the last inch. He was happy he’d rinsed himself off. She fondled his cock a...d then went lower yet. She tickled the insides of his thighs.“C’mon,” she said, “I let you.” Well, so she had, and she was letting him even as she spoke. He raised his right leg. He held his breath as her hand went to his balls, but her touch was very gentle. It was, perhaps because of this gentleness, also very exciting. Not content with simply. Understood?” Michelle whimpered.“I will take that as a resounding yes! Now, how old are you Michelle?”Michelle could hardly speak with fear but she managed to choke out “13”.“Right," the man said, "And how old is little Amy here? Also 13?” Michelle nodded.“And Craig and Adam? How old would they be?”“14” Michelle whispered.“Have you ever fucked anyone before Michelle?”Michelle started to cry, her Dad tried to shout at the man but the gag held it back.“Answer me Michelle!" The man was now in. Dad made sure Grandma and Grandpa were sitting in the end chairs of the dining room table and things went smoothly -- in spite of the glares they threw at one another every now and again. I had thought that Bob's announcement about Tammy Sue being his next date would fix things, but apparently, they were going to drag things out for reasons known only to them. Personally, I think they enjoyed arguing as much as they enjoyed eating.George, Bob and I, along with several of the older kids, cleaned. Deprive a man of his boots and a simple walk through a forest would leave him injured and bloody.It was then that Walker smelled it. A trace of a scent that lingered on the air, powerful, somehow regal. The attitude of the Drones suddenly changed, not quite nervous, but certainly exhibiting a kind of quiet excitement that manifested itself as puffs of anticipatory pheromones and an eager clicking of their mandibles.The scent was not entirely unknown to Walker, he had picked up traces of it back.