Laughing, the old man shook his head. “Nope, I thought to myself… hypernymphomania? I thought, BULLSHIT. Disease? BULLSHIT. That girl just can’t...keep her filthy little cunt to herself, always has to have a cock in her mouth. But… she’s got no disease.” Lottie Moore raised her eyebrows, “you know what, old man? I’d like you to fuck me before my parents get home, so how about you get a fucking move on before my pussy dries up.” Granger suddenly stopped laugh and furrowed his heavy black eyebrows,. Then why is she freaking out? I wondered. Fortunately, the answer was soon provided. Wh&hellip, what do you mean? stuttered the seated twin as she peered up at her sister with a frown of incomprehension plastered across her face. &hellip, said the standing twin as an equally confused expression deformed her traits. But when she realized her sibling truly had no idea what she was talking about, the expression faded. The kitchen, she explained. Unfortunately, that only served to confuse her. “Guess I’d better see about a proper leather sling and harness then...”We were not staggering drunk when Laura and I headed up to my bedroom, but we did each have an arm around the other’s waist, just for support you understand, right? Once in the room I helped Laura settle herself in the sling, secured her wrists and ankles, then swapped out the horse cock for a mid sized dildo, ok, mid sized for my collection. Then set the program, I had a cut down version of the one that had started all this. She stammered.Dawn sensing the embarrassing tension chimes in"Well, if were going to show off our best assets check these fucking boobs out".With that Dawn pulled her halter top up and over her head revealing a beautiful set of titties.My mouth dropped open when Shelly unfolded her arms and let her boobs free."Jesus Christ Dawn......and I thought I had big boobs"! Shelly yelled.Greg and I looked at our wives with their breasts on full display and smiled at each other."Aren't we fucking lucky".