She suddenly found her thoughts all jumbled up and wandering in different directions when the idea of procreating with one of the Slaughter boys poppe... into her mind. Selena was not overly fond of any of those troublemaking hard drinkers in the shadows that were constantly out “hunting” or “fishing” or tending the family stills hidden deep in the thick forest land.It seemed to her that the moonshine produced in such quantities was the ruination of the male population because they were addicted. “Well, guys, I’m first. Why don’t you give Steffie and I a little privacy?”Steffie noticed Robert and the others each had a beer. He wanted a beer, too—he wanted to be drunk to make things easier.“Could I go get a beer first?” asked Steffie.“Nope,” said Robert. “Maybe later you can have one to help you wash down all the cum, but we don’t want you to wash away the taste right away.”His mouth was dry, so Steffie asked, “Could I have some water, then? I’m nervous, and my mouth is dry. It might. He's is going to want sextonight. He wants it every night. Not that I objected, mind you. Thatcould be a problem tonight, though. Little things, like the way that youkiss him, or the way that you have sex with him, would be different. Evenhe would know something's wrong. And you can't beg off because of aperiod. I just had mine last week....I mean you had yours last week."I jumped up, setting all of my new bodily parts jiggling and swaying. "Hold on. I'm not letting any guy stick his. But Emily had somehow managed to tap into something magical. I wanted to top her. I enjoyed pounding her pussy. And I couldn't get enough of it. Emily sucked on my dick as our 26th hour in this elevator had passed. I had an urge that I had never felt until this moment.“Do you like it in the ass?” I asked. “Never tried it,” she said.“Bend over,” I said.Emily bent down on all fours. I spit in my hand and smeared my spit all over her hole.“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.“Yes,” I said. “But only.