She smiled and wiggled her rear end at me. ‘We make love now,’ she shyly intoned. ‘Oh yes we do!’ I enthusiastically replied. We undressed in ... burst of frantic enthusiasm. I still couldn’t believe the perfection of her tiny body. We lay face to face caressing each other and kissing. I rubbed her nipples and they stood right up, as advertised. Her hand wrapped around my dick and it responded by draining all the blood from my brain. Now incapable of rational thought, I went on autopilot. I. “I don’t care if they don’t taste good!” Marion exclaimed. “Eat them, anyway!”Duchess just shook her head, with determination this time.“Oh, all right!” Marion said in disgust. “You don’t have to eat them. And you’re right. I’m sure they’re not nearly as tasty as one of Barb’s pizzas.“But you listen to me, young lady: If you don’t watch them carefully, there will be no pizza for you at all for a full week. Okay?”Duchess dropped her head on her forelegs and looked like she was going to cry. In. Our brother erupted on our twats, coating my bush and soaking my cuntlips. I shuddered, reveling in the hot delight running down my snatch to my sister's twat. My orgasm hit a wonderful peak.“I love you both!” Clint moaned as he spurted more and more jizz on us. It was amazing. Stupendous. “You're both my sexy queens.”“Love you, Clint!” I howled as my orgasm peaked.Then we were all just panting and groaning. Melody and I kissed while Clint's cum ran down my pussy to Melody's. I felt so amazing. "Hey, dear, my boss is wondering whether we'd like to go out to have some dinner with him; would you like to go?"April paid him a blank glance and then a bright smile crossed her full lips, "Sure honey, its been a long time since we've gone out lately!" She exclaimed excitedly.Justin winced slightly at these words; yes, it was true but only because his wife never showed much of a desire to go out to dinner. "Okay, what time would you like to go out and where?" How does six thirty, at Sparta's.