“There is more where that came from,” I said as I dipped my face to her right nipple, licking it, and then sucking it to a new hardness. “Take o...t my cock” She faltered, but I went to the other nipple, and sucked it in nibbling on the tip, “ Go on.” She seemed to be trying to make up her mind, then slowly she unzipped me and reached into fish out my cock. “Aunt Beth said it was large, I heard mom and her talking.” “ Not so big” I said quietly, enjoying the feel of her fingers stroking up and. I smiled at him and excused myself so I could get him another drink. It wouldn't be long now, I know that the drinks that I mixed for him had about 2 shots each, so he would be getting drunk pretty fast now. When I got back to him, I could see that the alcohol was already setting in. He probably wouldn't even need any more than that. I sat on his lap and gave him one last drink. Then the fun started. We all talked, and all the girls around him made sure the conversation slowly got more and more. She was pale for one thing, ghostly pale with thick hair she wore teased out like a fluffy halo. It was blonde, but that wasn't the natural color he knew because dark roots showed. She was slender, too, not exactly skinny but not average either. She had tiny breasts, which bothered him when he thought about it. Every other girl in his fantasies had large tits, so he should have thought of Iris' small boobs as a detriment. Instead, they were perfect on her, little A-cups that weren't even. ”“What do you mean?”“The whole Freudian thing with Dreamscapes.”“Maybe. But maybe more Jungian. The hierarchy of archetypes.”“Whatever,” she chuckled. She gave him a kiss and left.He finished his breakfast and brought the empty plate and glass and cup to the kitchen, where Martha was busy feeding Joanne’s kids and Tom.“Joe!” Essie exclaimed.“Joe!” Charlie copied her.He kissed the top of each towheaded angel’s head.“You didn’t need to bring in the plate,” Martha practically scolded.He shrugged..