I looked down at the pool of cum in the bra cup. My creamy white jizz floating inside Brittany’s massive orgasm discharge. I can’t believe how muc... we came! I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I’m not even certain if it was from ecstatic relief, happiness, or confusion. But seriously… where do we go from here?I turned on the sink and began rinsing out all the liquid love inside of Brittany’s bra. I watched as it all swirled around and went down the drain, thinking of all the hundreds. Walking into her room she fell to her bed and almost immediately fell asleep. She awoke to a calloused hand stroking her forehead. It was still dark out and her hair had fallen out of the towel. Her robe had ridden up a bit on her thighs. She blinked and smiled at up at her dad. “Hey Pop.” She said sleepily. Her father was a very good looking 38. A touch of gray in his full brown hair helped him to look distinguished. Funny how now she looked at him differently now too. “How you hanging in. “We have finally made the decision to have you sectioned.” “What?!” “Admitted to the hospital for some intensive therapy for your illness.” “Mother… I’m not ill. Please don’t-” Patricia interjected, “nothing you say will change my mind Charlotte. Just remember the last time that you were left here by yourself…” She was right, what had happened when she and Mr Moore had last been on a business trip and left Charlotte at the house by herself would make any parent weary. Lottie sunk back into her. " Katherine smiled. "A lot of it was years ago. I don't think his swimmers have been treading water that long." And there's a filter," added Suzanne. "And chlorine." Plus, it's a different continuity," added Susan. "I'd doubt it would work. He's practically a different species."Amy breathed out a sigh of relief. "Oh ... good!"Susan continued. "I mean, seriously. Alan could plow us all until next Rosh Hashana, pumping shot after shot of hot, steaming, spunk into our knishes, and nothing would.