Her enthusiam has waned as she just cheers and says good job. On one hand I hit to 21 and she rubs my thigh and says congrats etc. She then says som...thing like "I bet you like to be in control thats why you keep hitting" I innocently retort yeah I gotta be in control, cant just sit and watch". After a few winning hands I notice she is now actively rubbing my thigh under the table for like 3 seconds after I win. Again I dont know if she is tired from all of her earlier celebrating or if this. I am now crying as well. We are holding each other's hands, but that'snot enough."Mother I think you need a hug." She nods. We both step out of the car,and hug for a while, in an empty parking lot, with cars occasionallywhizzing by. Mother, being mother, wheels in her emotions and we getback into the car.She looks at me. "I've got Francica overseas in Italy, Abigail swimmingin a sea of hormones, angry at everything and everybody, the twinssharing barely one mind between the two of them,. Something of what a girl must go through when giving head. When It was over each girl kissed my lips saying "Welcome Little sister". After Cindy kissed me she announced that each girl would have something new to teach me about being a girl. Sending me to the bathroom to clean up she said she had to something to discuss with girls. As I left the room they had all gathered on the bed and were whispering again. I felt accepted by them and rejected at the same time.After taking a quick shower, I. All of it!" she choked in her passion, catching herself the several times she was about to cry out, realizing that this devastating, constant plunge into her entrails was what she wanted... what she had to have.The grotesque little czar grinned lewdly, his lips curling wetly back to expose his golden teeth as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes... never hurrying, but leaning back and watching his thick, lust-hardened rod of flesh moving in and out of her wide-stretched.