But you're a spoiled brat! So, shut up and make up your mind. College or a job!" said Opal as she stood and slammed her fists on the table. "I'm sick ...o death of all of your shenanigans! Do you hear me?"Taken aback Cathy began to cry."Oh, stop that! We're both immune to your water works!" said Opal.As quickly as they started the tears stopped, "Fine!" said the girl as she folded her arms and began a deep sulk."Fine! What? A job or school?" asked Chuck coldly. (The girl had been the bane of his. She was my lover, my slave, my woman now. Mom belonged to me. The fact that neither of us cared about fidelity made it even more apparent that we were soulmates, as we were entirely on the same page by now. We fit together like a hand in a glove, as compatible as any two partners got by this moment.“Mom, I ... I love you,” I told Mom now.“I love you, too ... Master, but please call me Vicky,” Mom reminded me.“Touche. Vicky ... I love you. We’ve done it, haven’t we? We’re lovers now. Not the. A shadow crossed my eye; as I looked up, Brianna was standing by my bed.She slid herself under the sheet and up next to me. She put her hand on my chest and nestled up close to me. Brianna rested her head on my shoulder as I heard someone walking down the hallway. Kayla poked her head in and slid up on the other side of me. She had her hand on top of Brianna’s on my chest. Kayla slid Brianna’s hand down to my crotch. Brianna took over from there. She rubbed my cock as Kayla rubbed my. " Yes," Joan went on, "but not just *any* tits. Really *good* tits!"Marcie was still giggling uncontrollably, and Sam was forced to laugh as well. After a bit, Marcie said, "Well... I guess I wouldn't make it on your list, then." Oh, I don't know," Sam said. He eyed her chest frankly, and far from objecting, Marcie actually turned to give him a better view. "Yours aren't as big as, say, Joan's. But as women have been telling men for ages, size doesn't really matter." Yeah, right," Joan said..