“Yes. Pick one and bare your ass. Over there is a padded bench. Lay face down over it and think of England and the Queen.”I laughed. He had to hav... picked that expression up from someone English or an English show. I had only heard it on a British comedy on PBS.“Well that would be better than Donald Trump,” I quipped back.I paused.“All right,” I said. I sounded reluctant but actually my heart was beating with excitement. My puss was hot and wet. I badly wanted to finger myself to quench the. Neither was happy with their current ?assignment?, but neither was looking forward to the possibility of being Carl’s ?rear guard.? A minute or two later there was a moan from the bed. All three family members went over and stood by the bedside, Carl still pantsless.?Well, Sleeping Beauty, has come back to the land of the living. Did you have a nice nap, Terry??When she realized where she was, Terry shrunk back on the bed, but Carl grabbed her arm and pulled her off of it.?Well, you failed. Being a stay at home Pig has suited me better than anything else, and I think it has been good for bear too, it’ll be interesting to see how it all works with the plaything in tow. I mean, it’s not like we haven’t spent a lot of time together, she’s been coming over to ours almost since we moved in. Still, first day over now. At 11am this morning she came over. I’d been up for a while, not just to make me and Bear’s breakfast, give him a sloppy morning blow job and set aside space in the. She slowly started stroking it while looking at it as if she was hypnotized. I didn't know what to do; I was left standing inches away and started to jerk off myself. "You like it?" Tom asked with satisfied smile on his face. "It's amazing... it's so big... and not even fully hard..." She weighed it in her hand and examined it from all sides, absolutely fascinated with the sheer size of it. She had two hands on it, with several inches left and it was still growing and her fingers did not even.