"Naw, it was the gun," I shook my head. "Guns have a tendency to make women in uniform get this fuzzy feeling in their stomachs," I teased."Is that a ...un in yer pocket or are ya just happy to see us?" Shauna cooed and planted herself on my other knee. "It's giving me this fluttery feeling in me tummy and ah'm not even in uniform." She rested her head on my shoulder and batted her eyes up at me."My Lord, have all the females in this family gone mad?" Mary exclaimed in exasperation. "You'd think. After James arm had left her shoulder and James flitted out of the room she felt her face flush as she imagines the endless possibilities of her own son giving her a massage and so much more.All afternoon she felt fidgety and on edge; how she managed to cook their evening meal without burning it or herself; she would never know. Even the simple act of sitting with her two Adonis type sons; knowing that Robert had already fucked her hot itchy cunt and that the same prospect was now possible with. Damn him! She saw the ugly group of females reluctantly drag him up from the couch, not daring to defy her, and guide him staggeringly over to her."Down on your knees, Wilson," Maggie commanded, her dark eyes glittering licentiously. "Young Sandy needs the services of your cock while she eats my pussy... and make it good, darling, or Kappy will take a nice big chunk out of your lean backside!"Ken slumped to the floor as ordered, but in near-exhaustion, his drugged eyes spewing hatred upward at. Suddenly she was six again, watching her mother from the corner of the kitchen, baby fat legs stretched out against the cold tiles of the floor, her Barbie dolls spread around her like an army, she, the general. The room was eerily dark, with a spring thunderstorm just outside the window, threatening the strength of it with loud claps of thunder, the only light provided by candles taken home from church. There was at least a dozen of them spread around the room, flickering shadows against the.