How would they receive me after so long a estrangement. What would happen in my first trip to my parent's ranch after so many years was a mystery. How...would my parents receive me? And Pierce? Would they be willing to love their grandson? I was no longer the girl who had gone ten years ago to study in the big city. Today I was a woman of sophistication and world wise; with different concerns and values to that they had taught me. Above all things I wondered: how were they? Had they aged well?. I just think it’s so… I don’t know. Minimalist, maybe? It’s so stark and simple, but something about it stirs me. I think it’s incredibly erotic, but there’s no sex involved, and it doesn’t even look like he’s at all aroused.” She was right; his cock lay entirely flaccid in her hand. I shrugged before saying, “No, I guess not. Touching intimate bits, of course, but no sex. Truth is, though, I wouldn’t be any more comfortable with you posing like this with some dude, even if his cock isn’t hard. You need to clean up before we can fuck you."Then Jimmy surprised me and said, "Why don't you two just lick each other clean?"Daddy liked that and said, "Good idea son. Go ahead cunts, start licking."I let mom lick my face clean first, because she was so totally sloppy. I think I can get her clean without messing up my face again. She leaned to me sticking her tongue out. She started at my forehead licking her way down, finishing with my chin. I really didn't have a lot on me, but when I looked. That's fine. You're the expert after all."Soon you are standing with a phone at your ear, listening to the dial tone. It seems to ring fifteen or twenty times before someone picks up."Hello, who is this?", you ask."Who are you? Some chick? Where's the cop?", a rough male voice rasps."I am the negotiator. Who are you?" My name is not important. Negotiator, huh? So that must mean you're willing to listen to our demands!" Certainly. However we would be much more willing to listen if you showed us.