We returned to the house and entered just in time to hear the oven timer chime.Dinner was a roast with potatoes, carrots, a homemade nine grain bread ...and of course, a fine red wine, this time a Petit Sirah. He served it in the dining room of the house, but we returned to the cabin when it was time for his next injection.I was surprised that it had taken this long for the topic of his health to be mentioned, but I had been observing him and I could see that his enthusiasm for life was at least. “Dad would never make you do all that. You might have to wear a collar, and probably wear a cock cage to control your erections,” Lindsay smiled as she pictured my misery. “I doubt he would make you eat off the floor. If he does, I promise I won’t fart on your toast, would that make you feel better?” Lindsay tried to brush my hair.It was a power move on her part to get closer to me and intimidate me. It was to show she was the alpha person.“Yeah, I think I’d take my chances with Dad’s wrath. His arrows flew straight and true, and he could carry the largest dead game across his wide shoulders. That said, Hawk was not a very deep thinker. He was not one who pondered over mysteries in hopes of solving them."I think she is trying to show you that she is interested in being your woman. You have walked by her lodge ten times a day, and now, she comes to your foundry to show you that she returns your interest." Fang was smarter than Hawk, and he thought of better ways to do things, much. I placed my lips squarely on his and he got my hint and pushed his tongue into my mouth through my tight lips, tasting his own cum, which I was enjoying. He pulled it out quickly though, dribbling a couple of drops from my lips onto his chin. “Swallow quickly, my turn to taste yours!” he said, excitedly as his hand snaked down to grab and my now throbbing penis. I played with him a little by not swallowing as he pouted and licked my face. Soon enough, I swallowed his tasty cum, smacking my lips.