”Joe held his hands out while George dried them off. He finished in time for John to hold out his hands for inspection. Turning to Joe, George asked... “Do you think they’re clean enough?”“No,” Joe said and then stuck his tongue out at John.“Hey!”George started to dry off John’s hands while he said, “We won’t tell Mommy.”“All right,” John said. He looked over at his little brother and said, “They are clean enough.”“No they aren’t,” Joe said.“Yes, they are,” John said.“Boys, spaghetti night!”. "Yeah right," Jackson said. "And when I open them you'll be rubbing two of those stupid slime creatures against the side of my head. Or it will be two sheep rubbing their asses against me. Don't bother trying to tease me. I know this is an E10 game. There's no way you're getting your tits out."Morehagg pounced, knocking Jackson on his back and pinning him to the floor. She straddled his chest and unhooked the catch holding her latex corset-thing together. Her breasts--big, pink and extremely. “My turn sweetie I want to pleasure you.” Abbey swaps positions with Taylor. She drops between Taylor's thighs and starts her exploration of Taylor's juice soaked pleasure palace, enjoying the feedback from her moans and groans. I nudge Taylor to close her eyes and dull her senses. She doesn’t hear me enter the bedroom; she doesn’t see Abbey stand and embrace me.“Oh Vivienne, she’s wonderful, I didn’t see you at the party. Stay with us, drink from me again. Please?”“No my sweet, Taylor is yours. And why did you decide to fuck with a "G" anyway? Please don't for one let the girl clothes fool you, you will get your stupid ass dealt with just on general purposes. I ain't no mutbafuckin joke, and I don't play with other folk k**s. Your mama should have swallowed your racist ass instead of giving birth. Pray to God that I never find out your real identity, because it's curtains for you faggot. Threatening my life, talking about what you're gonna do, when we both know that you ain't gonna do.