"No, sir, it is a combination of English and some Dutch on my mother's side. They tell me they were Quakers but I think it is just a joke."Both of Glo...ia's parents chuckled but her mom leaned over to Gloria and "stage" whispered in her ear,"What's with the Quaker business, poopsie? Not anti-Semites, are they, dumpling?"I almost busted out laughing hearing Gloria referred to as "poopsie" and "dumpling". If anything, she was most definitely not a poopsie or dumpling."Ma, please, where is your. Her pussy was perfect for me. It was warm, wet, and it was available to me, what more could a boy want for his birthday! I fucked my sister Joyce slowly, then faster, and then slowed back down again. Every time I felt that familiar squeeze she would say the next higher number. She was definitely having the same effect on me. Near the end I was jerking around uncontrollably. I could feel my cum boiling up in my balls and ready to explode. Then I smiled as Joyce said thirteen, thirteen, and. Just like you."She smiled awkwardly and said, "Thanks." You're nervous," I said. "Katie and Cristina were nervous." They were?" Sure. It was their first time. Who wouldn't be nervous? Did they tell you they weren't nervous?" From Courtney's facial expression I could tell the girls had. "They were nervous too. It's normal. Don't believe otherwise." Okay," she said with a slight smile."Let me tell you right up front," I said. "You don't have to do this. Do it only if you want to do it and not. Right, babe? Who knows best?’ Desiree took a deep breath, and the usually assertive HR manager responded in a tiny voice. ‘You do, mumble.’ ‘Come again?’ He grinned, tapping his ear. ‘You do, master,’ she repeated, only barely louder. Loud enough for the office to hear her, though. Megan grinned. Her planning hadn’t been for nothing after all! ‘Damn straight,’ he said, slapping her hard on the behind. ‘You all can call me Master, too, or if you’d like to be a little less formal, Master Dylan..