I did what she said and came back to bed. I had a headache and my scars hurt like crazy. I hate fucking bees. I told her now I was dreaming of dragonf...lies and prehistoric birds. I also began to remember snakes and hogs and even dancing. The dreams were getting crazier and crazier."Why can't I remember the accident?" I asked the doctor as the wife sat beside me. "And those damn dreams." I think the accident memory problem is probably post traumatic stress. Maybe you will remember and then maybe. Rolin sighed regretfully as he continued to run his hands over my body. ?I know. I was just pretending to sleep. I saw dad tie you up while you were sleeping.?Sliding his hands up my back to my head, Rolin untied the gag and pulled the dirty cloth from my mouth. ?Guess I can’t let dad sell you. He’s always hated living in this cabin and wanted the money to move into the city. Sorry that I didn’t help you earlier, but my dad? he, well, he hits hard.??Thank you so much! I truly thought I was. It was about half an hour later when Ned recovered his bike and rode off towards home. He decided that since it was now getting towards teatime he would leave developing the film until the next morning when he went to Uncle George's house. After tea, the house being still quite subdued, and there being nothing on either of the television channels that he wanted to watch, Ned went to his room to complete his homework and then read before going to bed.It was an hour later that he heard sobbing. My fingers were down the front of my knickers and as I watched, I became more desirous to participate, to show an experienced tongue, lapping and licking, prodding and tracing, leaving a moisture laden trail of saliva, all the way from his ball sack to his bulbous cock head.The groans escaping his lips were gaining in frequency and volume, the girls were working him like consummate professionals, their girly tongues poking and licking him like a stick of candy, interspersed with an occasional.