Another beer and another shot of whiskey and my head was spinning. We were all heading to our cars to go home, and Stan approached me again and said, ...You are in no shape to be driving a car, why don't you just get in the car with me and I'll take you home. Don't worry; I won't take advantage of you or anything. You can trust me." I knew he was right about my not being good to drive, and he said he would pick me up in the morning and take me to work and I'd get my car tomorrow. So, I hopped in. One thing about a group the size of what I now considered my family is that almost everyday someone needs or wants something that they didn't bring with them. I think a lot of what they need is to look around and see other people. I took the opportunity to call Gil in order to check on the search for Chuck Mason. I was pleased and relieved to learn that Chuck was no longer our problem as he had been gunned down by someone outside of law enforcement. Gil thought that his murder was an execution. By her own consent, it was mine, my property, to use as I deemed fit. Jess wasn’t just my stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part of her was mine and we both knew it. Hell, I also loved her for it.“Baby, you know that I love you ... and right now, I love you several inches deep!” I told Jess as I smacked her booty playfully a few times.As for Mom. ‘I like making it with Nat and Noreen, but I sometimes feel like I’m intruding.’ Julie didn’t answer, but she understood. She could feel Almond behind her, now busily eating her pussy. She buried her face in Mandy’s pussy and used her hands to caress Mandy’s body. The sexy wife was now losing coherent thought, she was loving the feeling of Julie’s tongue running the course of her body, starting from her neck and shoulders, over silky freckled skin, to her tummy, around her pussy, nuzzling her.