You murder your own family and friends, and you spend too much of my dough. My psychiatrist says you’re symbolically emasculating me by spending my ...oney.” “Which would mean that you equate your money with your prick? Par for the course, Roy.” “Where did you get that gun? Did you buy it with my money?” “Papa gave it to me before I ever met you. Papa has a modicum of foresight.” “Oh, fuck your Papa! Fuck you! You killed me! It hurt.” He sniffled. “So I hear.” “Your eggs are ready, ‘Taker!”. In a few minutes I felt his balls contract and I knew it was coming. I began to suck hard and soon he flooded my mouth with cum. I barely had a chance to swallow the first load before he shot even more. I swear he must not have cum for a month, there was so much. I kept swallowing until I felt his dick stop pulsing against my tongue. Then I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him with his dick against my cheek. Thats just not playing fair, I told her. You know how sexy that is. All I. The moment my door swung open my dads voice called out from the living room down the hall, "Robbie? What're you doing?" This was expected and had become somewhat of a routine, whenever I would come out of my room this late at night my father always called out from a distance to see what I was up to. It was well past my bedtime and daddy didn't like to be disturbed late at night. He made sure of this by making a rule that any television shows that we watched as a family had to be over by 9:00. She was sat astride him, facing out into the room as Bill and Sam continued to feed her their cocks as they stood on the settee so as to get access to her more easily. On looking at her receiving a shagging, I could see her fanny batter coating Rons impressive cock length.“Looks gorgeous,” I said. “I want to taste you. I want to taste your fanny juice.” With this I was changed position by a dominant Clive who placed me on all fours in front of Louise and Ron. In this position he continued to.