But not at the expense of your comfort. OK?”“Yeah,” Jill said. “You know, we like you, too. I mean, I get a little mouthy but I do think you�...re a good guy.”“You don’t bother me,” I said. “I’ve been around Sarah Costello for years. I can usually figure out when you’re yanking my chain. You’ve only crossed me up a couple of times. I just give you crap and we go on.”“Yeah,” Jill said again. “That’s pretty cool. You don’t ... you don’t get pissed off. Like at dinner, we couldn’t have had that. John slowly pulled his penis out of Jill’s mouth. Alex moved his lips away from his mother’s glorious lips, and deeply swallowed his Father’s cock into his waiting and lubricated mouth.Seeing this and after breaking every norm she had ever known about sex, love, and family, Jill did the only thing reasonable. Jill slid three fingers into her super wet pussy, frigged herself, and in about twenty seconds was racked by spasm after spasm of glorious ecstasy.Jill had no thoughts from this point. She had unzipped her white-with-a-rainbow-up-the-front-and-down-the-sleeves coat, and was standing listening with holding her hands down in front of herself; he was two feet away, leaning a triceps against the "Custodian Only" door. He said, "You're new to town? Well, I've only been here about a year, myself. My folks sent my sister and I to live with my Gran, my grandmother. They're missionaries. She likes to remind people she's from the Old Money of the town, though there aren't many left. I. Nothing could be finer than a BJ from Carolina in the morning, as the song says. Not only are these Southern Belles beautiful and eager to please in the sack, they know their place is in the kitchen.Thank you for raising girls who are totally focused on themselves. Girls that couldn't give a flying fuck for anything except their own wants and desires. Girls who think that every sentence should begin with an "I". Girls that are so easily manipulated because all they want to hear is how wonderful.