I know I’m not some exhibitionist internet slut, but I’m here… I’m real and it might work for you.”“Work?”“Fuck’s sake,” I muttere..., as I dipped my fingers into my juicy slot and smeared them around the head of the fake cock. The length and girth made Alex’s wiener look like an itty-bitty stringy sausage that had been left in the butcher’s window for too long.However, the fake cock was wonderfully satisfying, and the grunt of satisfaction which filled my room was completely genuine.OK – it was. . Just, well yeah, did that to you."I looked at her. I leaned over, looked into her face, and stared at her. She didn't say anything for quite a while. I just sat there looking at her with a smile on my face. "That was amazing. I'm so not kidding. It was incredibly amazing. I'm not lying. I wasn't expecting that. But um, well, you know, well, nobody can know about this. You know that, right?" I finally said.Caitlin leaned over. She looked into my eyes. I was staring at that adorable little. “That’s the plan,” Bink asserted. “And we’ll take care of his slightly warped niece out of a surfeit of kindness.”“Our plan,” I said.“What about all this, though,” questioned Sara.“This? Like in the big pile last night…” Ben started.“And the one we anticipate tonight?” Bink continued. It’s funny with us. Any one of us is subject to finish the other’s sentences. Like it’s a brain synch or something. I once told Ben and Mandy that it was because they’re both on the spectrum.“Then how come YOU do. "Any children would grow up in a house full of love and tolerance. Having Susan and Rachel around would almost be like having a second set of parents." Mom and Dad, you're just going to have to accept that this is how Shan and I want to live," said Whit as he walked back into the room and put his arm around his bride.Finally, Shannon, her parents and Whit exchanged hugs and kisses and her folks left the house, not satisfied, as their little intervention had failed."Thank God, they're gone!".