I wonder if my pussy tastes the same as other girls?…. Well?’ she asked. ‘Um,’ not sure where this was going I hesitated in my reply. ‘Umm�.... I guess, but most girls are slightly different.’ ‘Oh,’ she said ‘I’d love to find out for myself.’ Well, that threw me, what was I to say, so I just sat there, naked, my cock slowly drooping, as she gently carressed it, ocassionally, flicking her tongue over my balls. ‘I wonder what your cock would taste like covered in another girl’s pussy juice. I. I did it and watched as she used the garment to staunch the rush of my cum seeping from her pussy.My daughter sat down next to me. She took my hand. “The thing is, dad, I’m an addict for cock. Yeah, I know, too much information, but let me get this out – okay?”Jemima paused, eyes moving over my face.Then she said, “I like sex way more than is good for me. That means I make some bad choices. I’m rubbish choosing men.” She gave a wry chuckle and shook her head. “You know about that,” she said,. “We hate that, too, sweetie,” Felicia told her daughter, stroking her hair as they sought out their new home.Meanwhile, Ayumi and her conks were heading toward their pod, and both her uncle and cousin had their arms around her, turning and looking to her for comfort. It was quite clear that she wouldn’t have a struggle for control or power at all with her concubines. Both Uncle Bob and Cousin Sakura would comply and actually craved Ayumi’s guidance, in Uncle Bob’s case because he was just tired. (Come to think of it, he didn’t approve of anyone she saw.) Oft times he and Phoebe had a pretty stormy friendship. When they were together (In secret of course) things were perfect. There was no fighting or arguing. The hair pulling and eye gauging only came about when the other was dating someone else. As Evan sat deep in thought, he drifted to all the happy times while growing up. There was only one constant in all those memories: Phoebe was in every one of those memories. She was there.