I need to apologize for getting her in shit with you and mom.” Marcy was deep in tough a minute then said, “I wonder if Sarah is Goth or Punk?”�...�I have no idea. She most likely is something in between,” I said. “Now there is almost nothing in the house to eat. So we need to go shopping. Do you feel up to it, or do you want to take a nap?” I asked.“Definitely go shopping, I can nap after I’m dead,” she said.“I hope to hell they didn’t teach you that in therapy?” I demanded.“No daddy, I learned it. Oh, and he’s mega-rich too but you’d never know it. He’s just down to earth and everyone likes him.Shaun told Ben and me that his dad loves football and could talk about it day and night. He told us his dad has some of the old films of the NFL back when they were filmed in black and white, during the early years even before TV.I’d love to watch some of those and I told Shaun that when he told us his dad had them.One other thing about him that impresses everyone he meets, he never forgets a face. ..love cum.?There were so many men, their cocks and their hands, wrists and cocks became a blur as they jerked off and, reaching their precious moment, hosed her. Semen coated her forehead, in her hair, her eyelids and cheeks, her nose, lips and chin dripping down onto her swollen tits. Just when Cathy thought it was over, another man stepped up, jerked off and came on her. Seconds later another blast splattered her face and ran in heavy, lumpy streams down her face. Cathy submissively tilted. Ten minutes past and they had not moved. Nor had I. Another five minutes past and they seemed to be getting angry. Their breathing was fast, their thighs dripping in moisture and occasionally moaning in frustration. Then it happened. Veleno walked into the room in nothing but the black lacy panties I’d had a sneak preview of before. Her sisters visibly relaxed as she strolled over to them, an object in her hand that I couldn’t see. ‘Vanessa. I don’t want to have you today. Get out.’ Vanessa let.