In fact, maybe he’s even shining himself on, to the point that he actually believes what he’s saying and doing. He’s the one who’s wigged out,... not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done all the work on those spears and the bag and the clothes and everything completely alone. There had to be others helping him, real others and not just figments of his. Amanda’s hands brushed through Sarah’s silky short cropped light brown hair. “Oh Sarah.” Amanda mewed as Sarah skillfully suckled and kissed her hefty breasts.“Yes my lover.” Sarah replied in between butterfly kisses. The girls kissed again as boots were deposited in the living room, wings and a black cat’s tail came off in the hallway as they made their way to the bedroom. As they entered Amanda’s bedroom Sarah carefully peeled off the cat-suit that Amanda had been wearing all night. Amanda’s. She hadn't arrived at the conclusion intentionally, or by conscious thought, even, but when it became obvious that her childbearing years were over, her sex drive had declined.Now, though, after being reminded of how good it had felt, and having questioned so many things in the last few days that, before now had just been "truth," the lust she had pushed so firmly into a locked box burst out. As she heard her daughter being "serviced" she rolled toward Hank. He was reading a trashy paperback. Soon the bell rang and I was off to practice again.The season started with a huge game against our cross town rivals Westwood High. They were predominately a passing team, their quarterback a three year starter, now being recruited by several colleges. The game was pivotal, a loss this early, would be devastating to our playoff hopes. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting on this for three years. By the time I took the field for the first time that night, I was oblivious.