"Bud shredded the foil, uncovering a pale green box marked "Ferguson's Prime Dates."Puzzled, he pulled it open. The fruit squatted in individual brown...paper cups."Get it?" Kelly was giggling loudly. "Dates! 'Cause you couldn't get one any other way!" She poked him in the ribs. "Dates!" Uh, yeah, funny, Kel," Bud said through gritted teeth. Inside, he was furious, but he couldn't afford to let his anger show. Not yet."Oh, wait, there's more," his sister said, pulling out a much smaller package,. Remember you and your husband every time my husband enters me in his gentle loving way on that bed in which I conceived his c***dren and betrayed his trust."So if you'd like to come over for a meal..."I'll serve it wearing the tiny lace maid's outfit you bought me because you knew my tits would fall out of it and I would look like a slut but I would wear it anyway because you told me to, and I'll kneel under the table while you eat and I'll gently lick your cunt, letting the drool run down my. Fuck, the feeling is good.Imagine the best dick you had, but now, imagine if that dick lubricated itself. Imagine if it only grew larger, and larger, and larger – larger than any man’s could. It’s clean and doesn’t have any gross or nasty smelling bits like those of guys. Its balls are heavy, and full of so so so much more cum than what a man can produce. Its tip is soft and tapered, and, for girls that are into this idea, presses snugly against your cervix (ow, I know, but I love the feeling. As he looked in her eyes he could tell the same thoughts were within her as she also noticed the calendar date.The one topic not spoken out loud between them for some time was what happened to their children. Both seen the torment in each others eyes, but neither could bring themselves to speak the words. Not for the past few years and not now. The last time they hugged their girls was earlier that fateful Valentine's Day. The girls knew their parents were going away for the night so they were.