“Should I hit you in the head with a hammer?” I laughed.She laughed too. “No, your father will teach you what you can and cannot do. You did gre...t. I just wanted you to know that you didn’t push me to my limits. I am not angry, and I will never be angry with you for using me this way. I don’t mind. It is just sex. I will be honest with you, though. I don’t normally kiss anyone but your father or other women,” she said.She explained that she had a bad experience when she was younger with a. Vickie and Kim were the closest to needing the undergarment. They were approaching the point where their chest development could actually be called breasts. Susan was the smallest and Linda was somewhere in between. “Sometimes we play games... like, uh truth or dare and sometimes we just talk,” the reddish haired one continued to field the questions.Jan was trying to decipher the group dynamic.Linda was obviously the leader and she was beginning to suspect that Susan was her number two. From. ”“What are you going to do with us you bastard?” She hissed.“Ya, that’s me,” He said. “Agnes calls me that every time I fuck her.” He chuckled. “She aught to know she’s my mom. In fact all of us boys are her sons.” That shocked Susan to silence.“Now if you cooperate Mrs. we won’t hurt you or the girls. All we want is some fucking Agnes says we’re wearing her cunt out. That’s why she finds us some extra pussy for us now and then. She sure out did herself this time. Damn, the three of you are. The dances the nuns performed would have made a veteran lap-dancer blush. Their purpose was to show that the dancer's body was a suitable receptacle for the God's seed. Each dancer's aim was to entice her god to choose her instead of the person next to her; to show that she was the most worthy receptacle for his semen. Not that they were free-for-all competitions. Each move, each posture, each gesture was stylised and ritualised and carefully choreographed. Audrey was reminded of a Bollywood.