“... don’t you think?”Rainie was talking. Or, was it, Blaney? I can’t remember all these new names. Half of them don’t even sound like girls... names anymore. Maybe if I dated people my age with normal names I could remember them. But a lot of girls out there want a Daddy, so—“Like, are you even listening?”“I’m sorry, babygirl. What was that? I was daydreaming about you.”“Lolz, yeah right! Wait, are you… crying?”I wiped my eyes. Did she actually say “lolz”? She talked in textspeak. She was/is. "You did what?!" Sarah practically screamed. "You two went outand just bought dresses from some department store! Right off a rack!Hey! Over here! Designer for free." We couldn't hold back and thelaughter came roaring out of us. Sarah looked at us for a minute beforebreaking out in laughter. "You two are evil" she said as we continuedlaughing. We did talk about ideas for dresses, and Sarah was sittingconstantly sketching ideas we threw out. We asked her if she wanted toget some dinner. . .and >wham,>bam, thankyou mam! You'll like her. Her pussy is alittle loose fromall>the dick Ibeen throwing into her these last months, butshe still is a>pretty goodfuck. You know how hard I fuck thebitches...sometimesthey>can't walkfor a few days after I screw them." Seventeen year old Pete's>nipples wererock hard and his dick too was erect in his pants.> "Afteryou fuck any twat she is stretched out. You gotthe biggest dick>in the highschool, except for Jamal, and he's a fuckingfreak.". "Hurry up Jay," said Mom, standing in the doorway to my parents' room. "I want to use the rest of the time we have."I entered her room and was immediately guided over to my parents' bed. I was going to fuck my own mother in the same place my father had so many times. This was unbelievable! We quickly crawled up onto the bed and cuddled next to each other under the covers. Our hands found each other's sex and we started to give each other handjobs. We leaned in and kissed passionately, our.