“Baby,” Randy replied, “Don’t be tempting me.”I quickly apologized, but then added wistfully, “Greg has a big cock as well.”“Babe!” ...reg exclaimed, “Don’t go there.”“Well,” I replied, “You do!”Randy howled with laughter.“Dude,” Randy declared, “Your woman is outing you, big time.”“Babe,” said Greg, as I sat on his lap, my tits only inches from his face, “chill.”I was in a happy-go-lucky mood. I was also extremely horny. I wiggled my buttocks back and forth on Greg’s lap and he playfully swatted. This story is a slow start, but I like that, personally. Bear with me through the setting up of it all, and I'm hoping you'll enjoy what comes after. I'll be adding more parts of this soon because I've already written it, and I want to get it out there. There's a whole crazy world in my head that I've been slowly adding to, and I hope that you all like it as much as I do. Any input is appreciated!Chapter OneCharlie was an average guy. He had a job, his own place to live. He spent a lot of his. She was on the phone, having phone sex with someone. She had the covers mostly over her, so he couldn't see too much, but he knew she had the smaller of her two vibes in use. He didn't have audio to know who she was talking to.Stan stroked himself, watching his daughter stroke herself. Watching her hand rise and fall as the vibe went in and out. She came nicely, closed her cell phone, and went on to sleep. Stan kept the live video going, and put up some video from the other week, when Brittany. Then she thought about what she had been taught in school about slavery and the requirement for white people like her to pay reparations for slavery. If she let her Daddy fuck her, would he think that she was paying reparations for slavery? She was just a skinny white girl Would he even value fucking her at all?At the appointed time, she was naked, wearing the collar, legs spread playing with the pussy with the butt plug in. Tyrone loved the look but noticed that the she had a serious.