“Why spoil it? Call me Guinevere and I’ll call you Galahad, and maybe we can have some fun without anything as concrete as real names getting in t...e way. Deal?”“I guess so,” I reply, bouncing the names around inside my head to see if they’ll stick. Guinevere and Galahad. Galahad and Guinevere. Yeah, I guess I can make them work for now.Without asking, she leans forward and flicks on the radio, inadvertently stumbling onto a news bulletin as she hunts for something listenable...“-- -- State. I hear it every time and still I don't believe it. It is, I suppose, a direct expression of their eagerness to go. Their git-go. Go anywhere. They squeal their tires. That's the sound. But I don't know how. There are no clutches to pop. There's not a manual transmission in all the family--I don't know why, some sort of religious prohibition. I'm sitting on the front porch in the middle of the morning and it sounds like the middle of the night. Some young toughs and their jacked up rods. " groggily I went to sit up. How hard had I collapsed?! My head was pounding."Jayden, sweetie, we have to get you to the hospital!" I knew that was my mother but I didn't know why she sounded so alarmed.For the brief moment I tore my gaze from my mother's huge udders, I saw my sister, tears falling heavily from her eyes. Even in my confused state that was a sobering sight. I couldn't remember how it was that I had come to feint but I felt hungry... so freakin' hungry!It was all a blur as, who I. On and on John went and he was actually now enjoying himself and with Richard now squirming slightly on his lap, his own cock was rock hard. The spanking had been going on for a good eight minutes when Richard, slightly breathlessly, announced, "Time my trousers came off," and he scrambled off John's lap and removed them. His cock pushed his underpants out in the front and there was clearly a damp patch of precum.Richard put himself back over John's lap and John's own erection made contact with.