There were stories of near-death and stories of love and triumph. And in all of these there was Demure: sometimes a saviour and sometimes a bane. On t...is occasion, Demure was a saviour. When Glade’s consciousness fully returned after several days of fever and delirium it was Demure who greeted her with a face of unfeigned delight at her lover’s recovery. And Demure wasn’t alone. She was accompanied by several warriors with straight noses, long straight black hair and brown skin. They wore fur. Uncle Eric, still gripping my shoulders, beganjacking himself with his other hand, yelling, "Yea, fuck me b*o, fuck megood!" Brian was pumping my pussy again, matching Uncle Brad stroke forstroke, and when Uncle Eric suddenly shot a great river of semen over hishuge pecs, it sent Brian over the edge and he shot another huge wad into myass. Uncle Brad joined their groans as he filled his brother's ass-cuntwith his own load.Panting, our brothers rested in our arms for a few minutes before. I was bringing fresh laundry to my stepson's bedroom. Changing the sheets on his bed I found a girly-magazine under his mattress. I can admire well shaped tits and gorgeous bodies just as much as any man. I'd never been with another woman but the idea didn't turn me off, either. I was sitting on the bed admiring the airbrushed perfection of the girls when a very embarrassed, just turned 17 year old (I'll call my stepson Jason) walked in and caught me. Hell, I was probably as embarrassed as. ..that maybe that is their plan. If Ido not eat then I get weak, if I get weak then they will get power overme, and that is not going to happen. When lunch arrives, a sandwich, Iwolf it down and quickly gulped down the water. It all seems to tasteokay and I do not sense any strange feelings. I also realise that I haveto keep my strength up so I do ten push up, ten sit ups and ten pull ups.I repeat this four times working up a sweat and rather strangely a raginghard on. Why not I think to myself.