Dad's sticky cream oozed translucent white out from between the lips and ran down her thighs. It looked good enough to eat, so that's what we did.Jim,...my eldest brother, went in first, licking along Mom's bare thighs to suck up the stray stream of spunk that slid down toward her stockings, following it like a trail to the main juices of her cream pie. Meanwhile, Phil, the middle brother, dove straight in, running his tongue right around the white drops over Mom's puffed pink pussy lips.I, at 18. I’m humiliatingly flat. Brianna has some boobie at least, though not a whole lot. Her bra size is 32B. I still wear a training bra. Just kidding.It was a Friday night. Brianna was with me on a sleepover, and helping with my algebra homework (is there any subject more worthless to a girl than math?) when I voiced what was bothering me.“What happened to you during study period? We were supposed to meet up with Taylor and Alyssa afterwards.”Brianna raised her dark brown eyes. Mine are the same. The internal pain being so intense, I knew I was near to passing out. My body rose from the bed, writhing in its agony those cuffs digging unnoticed into the soft flesh of arms and legs. I glanced at Nella, impassively kneeling beside her master, indifferent to my searing internal pain, like a faithful dog at his side, as he drank coffee and gently fondled her breasts alternately, my screams music to his ears, his stiffness a ramrod, her still hand gripping his shaft as he moved himself back. So were my other wives. We planned a nice supper and invited Mac and his family over. While they were there, Mac said it was a good time to go and get salt. I agreed and we decided to go in 3 days.We got our stuff together and took two of the biggest pots we had to cook it down in. Sherry and Betsy were going with me. Maggie and Lena were going to stay, along with some of Maggie's brothers and their families to take care of the camp.I left Maggie my pistol, and I took my rifle. Mac Left his.