She raised her head once more to them, and saw that her daughter had reached over and grasped Bob's now flaccid cock gently, as though it were a cherished doll she loved to play with. Quickly, the anguished young mother turned away, not able to bear the sight any longer, and eased her way silently from the top of the hill back down the way she had come, crouched over and fleeing like an animal. As soon as she had gone beyond their sight and hearing, she stood up quickly, stumbled, caught herself, and began to make her way blindly down the hill toward the Village as fast as she could. Gradually, she slowed down, came to her senses, began to think about what had occurred rationally, and tried to force her mind into a decision.
As she came out of the trees, and back into the clearing below, she looked as though she'd just returned from an invigorating, but somewhat dull, hike. The superficial calm of her exterior features, however, was belied by the tumult inside her mind. She had already decided that her daughter must leave this awful place, must come home with her to South San Francisco at once! There was no other way. Ann could see her sweet young child drifting inexorably away from her, caught in the current of her innocent and naive passions, swept away unaware of the evil influence of this terrible place, this "commune". She had to come home. For her own sake and, though Ann wouldn't have admitted it, for her mother's sanity as well. She had to come home!
CHAPTER THREE
Lani Walker was still flushed with the exertion of her passionate love-making, when she and Bob wandered down to the Village about 20 minutes later. It had been so wonderful, the feel of coarse grass on her naked body, the hot sun standing high overhead, the magnificent body of her boyfriend drawing from her every ounce of her sexual energies. They often made love in the middle of the day, and they never tired of the infinite ways they used their fresh young bodies together, ways which, before she had met Bob, Lani had never even suspected existed.