It wasn’t much; a ‘bed’ made of the broad flat grasses that grew everywhere, sheltered by what amounted to half of a tent that faced away from t...e men so we could have the illusion of privacy. While the nights were mostly mild, we found ourselves cuddling while we slept, not for warmth, but for comfort. As much as we both put up a brave front, at night the fears and uncertainties were harder to hold at bay. Blinking at the sound of my voice, I fought my way back from the edge of dreams,. The wind was very strong against the drafty windows, and the room grew cold. “I’m cold,” she whispered. “Get under the covers,” he said. She took off her slippers and lay down, pulling the covers up to her chin. “Why don’t you move back here? You know you prefer living here. You can get a teaching job nearby, and we can be together.” They had been through this a thousand times. Gordon wouldn’t even discuss moving back. “I can’t,” she said, though she desperately wanted to. She missed living. “Good girl!” I thought, “They can take you, but theycan’t have you! They’ll never know what a loving girl youcan be.”The two on the bed were still busily enjoying my wife’smounds of flesh and I could see her outstretched hands onthe sheets, resting lifeless between the kneeling blackman’s legs while his lengthening cock and large danglingballs swayed to his movements. The first man, between herlegs, was now using his hand again to guide his. Her beautiful young form makes me ache in remembrance of how I used to look that way, but I don’t think even I had a body like that at sixteen.She’s not as buxom as my daughters, but she’s one of those girls that just has perfect symmetry. From her cute perky breasts to her surprisingly toned little butt, there is just no flaw about her. She’s even more beautiful than Dana was around her age but they’re obviously family. So much that I couldn’t help wanting to get a little bit more familiar.