J. Simpson, a repugnant man if there ever was one, a man who’d murdered a beautiful woman, his own wife. But even Simpson, in one his stupider momen...s was alleged to have said and done something he could relate to. He’d once grabbed his wife’s crotch while at a restaurant and proclaimed, ‘this is mine.’ Shawn would never have done anything as stupid or blatantly degrading, but he had the thought. He kissed Susan fervently, while continuing to grip her womb, he thought, this is mine, she’s. I had failed to observe the submissive's code. I had proved to be a wimp. Hazel said that her co-partner the French girl would allow me a five-minute respite, then start the punishment again from the very beginning, twenty strokes, but twice as hard. She counselled me "not to interrupt the French girl like you did me, my dear. You must go through with it".Mademoiselle Annette, a pretty, dark-haired girl in her early twenties, was keenly appreciative of the humorous situation. "M'sieur is ze. I wanted to time my release with hers. I almost lost complete control when Debby brought the hand coated with her sex juices to her lips and tasted her own essence.Soon after she resumed masturbating her moans increased in volume and frequency. So did mine. We careened towards our orgasms. Her climax was near.I ejaculated as she arched her back, her mouth open in silent scream. Her body trembled and I heard her gasping for air.My release was one for the ages, depositing large puddles of my cum. Jacking both of us off, my daughter asked. "Well, do you want me to show you how much I love my daddy and big brother with my hands, or could I do a better job with my mouth and pussy?"Mark grunted, "Mouth! I'm about to explode after not getting to fuck you last night sis." That would probably make sense from a sperm warfare standpoint too," I added. "I know we want to make sure that we each cum in you the same number of times, but I probably need some sort of handicap competing with a college.