It was nice, but it’s good to have a chance to sleep such a marathon session off, too ... and that just wasn’t meant to be ... I guessed that it w...s caffeine, and lots of it, for me and the Bottoms ... and the rest of the growing tribe. Little did I know that the tribe was ready to grow yet again.It was Deacon Aaron Jones himself, looking a bit sore, tired, and worried for his part. I was glad that he wasn’t taking this so well, naturally. The racist asshole deserved to suffer more than a. Both pairs of thongs expose more then they cover.“Uncle Mats, how much money are you going to give us to go shopping?”“You really don’t need much, what would you need to buy?”That throws both into silence, as they think about what I said. Then thinking as one, they both grab for my crotch. Tracy undoes my belt, Rebecca lowers my fly; soon, my cock is standing out in its full glory. The girls learn quickly. Rebecca pumps my cock as Tracy rubs the precum on the tip. The total effect has me putty. ”“Yes? ... Yes?... “Yesss! Ahhh!”“Karen! ... Fuck!”... “Mmm. You, Jeff.”“I love you, too. You’re going to miss this in a month.”“And you aren’t? Do you expect me to believe that a soapy hand in a shower will really feel as good?”“Never claimed that at all. As a matter of fact, you have the smoothest, warmest, snuggest cunt in all the world.”“And you’ve tried them all.”“Only a tiny fraction. You think that’s an inadequate fraction, and I should test a much greater number?”“No. Not now. Though. He belted to the next aisle where she had gone and yelled, ‘Caro!’ The woman turned, a startled look on her face, and when she realised who he was, her face split into a smile and she replied, ‘Ben! It’s been so long, how are you?!’ ‘Ah, I’ve been alright, just came back. Didn’t expect to see you though, I thought you were in London?’ A thought suddenly hit Ben: what if the reason Carol wasn’t in London was because she was married? By the looks of her overalls, she looked like someone’s.