"How many eggs, lover?"He held up six fingers, his face beaming. Rachel turned to Frankie. "How long are you staying?'Before Frankie could answer, Ger...a piped in. "The whole fuckin' week, I hope." A whole fuckin' week?" As far as I'm concerned, he can come live with me forever!" Gerta smiled."He's that good a lay, huh?"Gerta broke an egg into the pan. She blew a kiss to Frankie. "The best!"Rachel shook her head. "You know your mother and Johnny have been upstairs for a couple of hours. Don't. Yes, yes, yes.”“Ooh, Mark, what a hot slut you raised. So tight. So eager to please.”“She's such a good girl,” Daddy groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Black man fucking my mouth.His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick cock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut's mouth, his balls smacking. “His equipment, he got the super-sized upgrade, huh?” she winked. I gestured with my hands to show his 10-inch length. Mom let out a soft wolf-whistle. “Nice!” she smiled. She then gestured with her hands to almost the same length. “Dad? Really?” “Didn’t you ever wonder, growing up, why we never let you into our bedroom on Sunday mornings?” “Mom, you little slut!” I laughed. Mom made a proud gesture like she was polishing an apple against her blouse. “Damned right!” she smiled. “Your dad knew. “What’s Edwin good for?” At first, she thought he’d seen through Edwin. Then she thought it was a damned odd comment. Finally, she saw, partially by Andy’s patient waiting, that it was an actual question.“He’s the ultimate party animal. That was his vision of the MYF, if you listened to his speech.”“So, ask him to handle a celebration for the next meeting. Then assign him -- you’re the president, who says you can’t assign the vice president a task? -- to handle a celebration for a later.