“I find that a little hard to swallow. Pardon the pun.” Ms. Pierson mused; he thought he heard Ms. Styles let out a little laugh at her comment. �...�It’s true.” John said shyly.“Well you know what they say Mister Lovecraft. Seeing is believing. Why don’t you show us this cock that the girls were fighting over?” Ms. Pierson smiled. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing.“What, Here?” John groaned.“Yes here, if I am to believe any of your story. Or I could just expel you now.” Ms. Pierson sat. ”Jenny led him out through the kitchen patio door and turned on the floodlights that illuminated the swimming pool.“You want us to go for a swim? We already have.”“Maybe, I have something else planned first.” She took him to the cabana and started the wall screens that show members of the family, mainly Dan, in different poses. “I like looking at the pictures, just like my own porn slide show.”She watched for a moment several that showed him posing naked with a hard cock and different women. "Why?" the girl sounded surprised. She even allowed her eyes to flicker up to his face for a moment before returning them to where the road atlas slowly rose and fell upon his groin. "Are we going somewhere?" We can't do it here!" Why not? Just a quick one. I've got a date later." You what?"But Belinda had decided to fasten her seat belt after all, and the effect was - as they say - devastating. Her T-shirt was stuffed absolutely to the bursting point with real live tit. The belt squashed. I collapsed upon a chair, and noted her panting, tear streaked visage. A tendril of my spend caressed her chin, seeking to jump to her heaving bosom. She raised her eyes to me, grinned around her panting, and asked, "So, did you enjoy that?" As if you had to ask! Hell, Yes! I loved it! You are a consummate cocksucker, and any and every man who you bless with this delight, has had his life enriched." Then, as an aside, "Did I enjoy it? Do politicians take bribes? Are big cities bankrupt? Do.