"I'm jealous of Steve, too. He's a lot of things that I'm not. He's much bigger, stronger, better looking, and younger. You and your sisters adore him... and I can't blame you. But it isn't easy for me to see a man waltz into my home and impress my girls more than I've been able to do in twenty years of trying."Then there's your mother. You've seen how she treats Steve, especially since he saved her from those thugs. Your mom has the grace to not go into too much detail about what happened that. He thinks I might be sick, doesn’t understand that I wish I were sick—I’d be so, so good at sick. I wish there were something I could point to and say that! That right there, that’s why I can barely make it to the bathroom, sit at the kitchen table for maybe five minutes or the back porch for a cigarette, before almost literally crawling back for the bed. The smell of the sheets bothers me, they feel almost painful against the skin of my legs like they’re crawling with bits of fire. But I just. She shuddered and moaned and I felt the top of my cock suddenly wet with the juice that was running out between the links of the mesh. A squirter, just like her mother! I thought. As the clock chimed ten, it was all I could do to keep from cumming myself. I gave her a hug and a kiss, did the same to the three boys, and watched them all leave with the elders.Alice came over and pressed her cunt against my erection. "Did you like what you saw?" she asked me. "Taffy looked like she was having a. I walked down the hall and picked it up. Min's door was pushed to but not closed. I could see the strap of her brassiere poking out and light coming out through the crack. I knocked on her door."Who is it?" Mindy asked."Who do you think?" I said."Oh," she said, casually. "Come on in."Since my hands were full of clothes, I bumped the door open with my shoulder and bent down to pick up the bra and add it to my pile. Then I looked up. Mindy was in bed, under the covers, with the sheet pulled up.