But upon the central large platter lay the poached breasts of Mrs. Anthony Leach, the flesh puffed and glistening, nipples darkened and delicately flo...ered, sitting like tiny red roses upon the meat. Beneath those fleshy mounds were the various organs, darkened from roasting and prepared in numerous ways, but laid out in familiar patterns. Even the chitlin-like intestine wound a serpentine path beneath a bulging, haggis-like stomach and between stewed kidneys simmering quietly in bowls of. I was going to fuck them both. My cock was alive in my shorts. I ripped open the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of margaritas. Be prepared, a fine moto. Two seconds later the blender was whiring while I gathered up the glasses.Jean was out of sight still in the front room. Mimi slithered right up behind me and slid her hand right down into the crotch of my boxer shorts. She was cradling my balls. My cock was growing and tenting the boxers. "You afraid I told my momma you fucked me in the ass?". He was seething. This was the era of AIDS. Everywhere all people were educated regarding casual sex and proper contraception. And as he stood there looking at goo leaking from his daughters cunt…onto the Persian rug. He was near apoplectic but fear of destroying his daughters respect, saved him from bursting in and ripping his fucking head off. He had quietly left and went for a drink in a local bar, returning at midnight and retiring immediately. He hadn’t slept much that night, and at one. By the time we were finished, most of the men had passed out in the denin front of another football game, and the women actually seemed to betalked out. Donna guided me gently up the stairs when no one waswatching, and she led me into the bedroom where we were to spend thenight. It obviously used to be a kid's room, and our suitcases (whichone of her brothers had carried upstairs) were sitting on a pair of twinbeds. There was a small bathroom down the hall, and we took turnsremoving our makeup.