Evanswas an ex-hippie. You know the serious kind who went traveling all over India, Nepal and China in the seventies. He formed a political party call...edM.A.P or the Male Alpha Party. He propose to go back to the old ways where onlymen matter. That?s means no vote for woman, only men for senior positions andthat women are considered property of their fathers, husbands and (if they aredeceased) sons. A roadmap back to where men matters. A map back to the timewhere men are men and women are women.. Betts wanted to make love but I watched her exercise as I drew some pictures of June. The girl needed a boost. The first was one of her in a dress like Mom wore today but with a hat and gloves. She looked very demure and very much virginal.Another had me fucking her as she lay back on her bed. Her abdomen was swollen and the baby would be about due. Betts had a similar abdomen and she was supporting June's head in her lap as she twisted her sister's nipple.Betts got up and staggered to see what. I was tremendously hot and wet down there and withrising expectation I slid my fingertip up to the clitoris. I touched thesmall, wet button and gasped audibly as I felt an amazing buzz spreadthrough my loins, making the pressure build further.I was now starting to work furiously, one hand flicking a nipple and theother working the clit, slip-slipping at the tiny nubbin that was now thecenter of my world. It needed only the lightest touch to thrill me. Timetelescoped. I lost track of how long. If not for the pleasurable memory, why would we try to repeat the experience with someone new.Either way, I was ready for Billy. What I was not ready for was Billy and Sylvia entering the room together. I was left to wonder while I waited for someone to explain. They could have made some kind of deal to which I was not a part. Of course, at that moment I didn't care one little bit.I was sitting up in the bed waiting for him to arrive. He stood beside the bed and pulled my legs around until I.