She grinned at Froggy, “Hmm, 7:30, just enough time. Fly me to the moon, honey.”Dinner at 8.She lay down on her back, head in my lap, and winked u... at the Man of the Hour, “No hands, Froggy.”No matter how much Trish has had me practice over the years, honesty — which is sometimes the best policy, or so people say — requires me to admit that I’m no match — head between her thighs — for Froggy. How do I know? I’m a keen observer of the humane condition and I pay attention to when Trish. As Cindy joined us, the doctor explained, “We took a significant amount of blood from Cynthia during the operation. Part of that was to replace what her sister lost at the scene. We’d also supplemented that with other blood from the blood bank. We plan to keep Cynthia here overnight just to be sure she’s going to be all right with what we took and just in case we need her for her sister.”Cindy turned her arm, and we could see the bandage and port where the blood draw had been. The draw port was. That's it ... just spread 'em a little wider," I said as she pulled her skirt up and shifted her knees out to each side. Her swollen pussy-lips came into view, the pink labial curtains shining with her sticky juices. "That's it—perfect. Now put your fingers between your legs and play with yourself while I jerk off." An incestuous thrill went through me as her hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding their way between her gooey lips. I stepped closer and drew the enflamed head of my cock. “Very well,” Clark praised them. “Who can explain to me how pollination works with corn?”Two hands sprang into the air and Clark called on Trish who was a little faster.“That pointy thing up there on the top is a tassel and is the male part of the plant and it makes pollen,” she answered bravely.Clark pointed to Fifi to continue.“The pollen floats down like fine yellow dust onto these silky hairs and makes the kernels grow inside the ear, the female part,” Fifi beamed knowing she got it.