All looking directly ahead of them. He hears the violent thunder of foot steps as the four to five people rush him to where ever they were going. He c...n see an IV over his head. One of those breathing masks is on his face, supplying him with air. He looks down at his body wondering if his body is still ripped apart. It wasn’t and his left arm is there as well. He does see blood around his chest with a person applying pressure to the mysterious wound. His mind is blank and he feels hopelessly. .but pleasure...Daddy stretched first one throbbing nipple then the other as he slipped fully onto the bed beside me,Sam now scooted down between my wide spread thighs and using her fingers and mouth got my heated snatch flooding with juices,my head began to swoon at all the intense lewd pleasure that was rocketing throughout my body and I would have given in to the overwhelming erotic waves of pleasure if I hadn't noticed Daddy's busy hands... Daddy sat up beside me,one huge hand. At first she threw the ball closeto where he was standing, but later she threw it off line, so he had torun for it. By the end of the session he was catching those balls abouthalf the time, and was gaining the skill of judging where a ball in theair was going. Finally Rachael called quits."My arm is tired, Tiger, I can't throw any more. But you seem to bedoing well. Let's go home and get ready for dinner.At the house it seemed that the soup was just right, Rachael strainedit, getting out the. At that one, Sandy and Randy were playing Marco Polo with each other, no one else at the pool that evening. They forgot about the bar, so a few slightly drunk onlookers got to watch as two teens, one in a rather revealing new bikini wiggled and played with each other, sometimes wrapping legs around waists, butt cracks visible, hands reaching down trunks, over butt cheeks, kissing underwater. Luckily, no one knew them as brother and sister.At night, they would sneak into each other’s room for a.