Andthen my own little nothing was in the air. Twitching and aching. Thatmade him laugh again, and he ruffled my hair. Before passing anotherblunt to...my lips. I cuddled back against him and stared at his dick andsmoked and stared at his dick. "My little faggot girl," he whispered.And I shivered.I don't remember much after that. It all sort of swirls into a haze ofstaring at his cock. I think I remember him telling me to stand up andshake my 'pussy' at him, and I think I did, but..Anyways.. After the meeting, I led the girls to the kitchen to look for some food since it was nearly lunchtime. However the girls—mostly Anh, my mother and Shani—rushed us out, handed me an apple and told us to keep busy. Luckily we managed to think of something which would do just that: my apple was forgotten as we proceeded to make out. However, the girls behaved themselves, afraid it would be embarrassing doing anything too forward while my parents and Becky were around.The women finally came to get. "I can feel every little ridge in that gorgeous cock of yours!"I slammed it to the deepest part of her.The thickness of my prick was having a very telling effect on her. The walls of her vagina were searingly hot. I knew she was coming. She had never really come from just fucking before; at least with me. It was only when I went down on her that she actually came. But, hell, after all this sex, it was possible whatever barrier had constrained her before may have been broken down.Maggie was. “Okay, okay. Fine.” I shrugged, sitting at the far end of the couch. I reached for the remote control to the television. Flipping through, I found a movie. Endless moments of silence passed. “You’re a dick.” Miracle said simply, staring at me. I chuckled slightly. “I know.” She shook her head, and averted her eyes back to the television. I sighed, barely audibly, feeling a small twinge of guilt and slid next to her. “I really wouldn’t have left you out there, alone. I may be an asshole. And I.