Get his sorry ass. Kill the mother fucker dead," my delicate and gentle Emily screeched in a tone of voice I never heard her use before. I mean she so...nded like a power saw with a dull blade cutting through a sheet metal roof. It was that goofy Essmer Hogben, the self appointed "Representative of God and Keeper of the Public Morals." Well, that's what it said on his cheap business cards. He had to be the one behind all the trouble tonight. This was going to be a pleasure.He took one look at our. When I went outside and checked, I took a washcloth with me; the bicycle seat was smeared with dried come. There was probably more here and there, but not that I cared."I think I lost my panties," Mom said when I came back inside. "I can't find them." Do what I do and don't wear any," I said. "It just slows things down."She laughed. "Oh, you naughty girl. What did I teach you?" I still sit up straight, keep my legs together—" Hah!" Okay, not so much around here. It gets hard to do that in this. Her vagina felt as if it had been sand-blasted. It wassore and swollen and it hurt when she touched it. Itwas full of thick, gooey spunk which was oozing outinto her bum-crack. Her lips were swollen too from thebrutal fucking they’d received, and her lower lip wasslightly split. There wasn’t a part of her body thatdidn’t hurt.And her mind hurt too, as she struggled to understandwhat had just happened to her. Two men had made love toher. No, had sex with her. No, not that, even. Team Girlfriend degenerated into a giggle fit. Rick could not help but laugh along with us. Rick teased us licking his mouth seductively and occasionally waving his dick at the giggling sisters. Both of those actions only encouraged our giggles.We all collapsed on the floor. It was quiet for five seconds when Rick said, “Be right back.” I whispered something to Fran and she nodded okay twice. The toilet flushed and Rick returned. Fran left to do the same thing.“Rick, we have a new game. It.