Does that upset you? Oh, wait, that’s silly to ask, given the ray gun. In my defense, I was drunk with Rafi. That’s not all. I also boffed your fr...end, your bridesmaid, Lola, you know ... a few times, and your other one, Whitney. You know, the black one. I seem to recall you having two bridesmaids named Whitney, which was confusing as fuck,” Ernie confessed some of his escapades so far at least.“Yeah, white Whitney is actually named Whitney Tavington, whereas black Whitney is named Whitney. She grinded on my fingers, hers interlaced with the bed sheets.“James,” I didn’t need any more warning. I sped up my fingering and flicked her clit once more. She screamed, her pussy juice spraying everywhere. I grinned, looking up at her. “A squirter?”She looked away, obviously embarrassed. “Yeah, I should have- ““That’s really hot.” I lay beside her, also exhausted now. I looked sideways at her. “Hey, hasn’t anyone ever done that for you?“Lacey smiled. “No, but I’ll be asking for it more. I already knew that Tia needed a long, slow, gentle, loving screw, so I got Tara up on her hands and knees to slowly allow my dick to stretch her cock sock. She couldn’t take all of me at first, but our pubic hairs mashed together as I dumped a big fertile load inside her. I didn’t lose my boner, so I kept going until she had a big, hard cum. It was so intense that she collapsed forward with her butt up in the air.“Tara, he went off inside you without a rubber. You need to go wash it out or you. I don't remember anything, really, except she was wearing a hat of some sort and that something happened involving a pencil that amused me. I have another, slightly more clear, recollection of another young woman who held and kissed me when I was, approximately five or six years old. One of the things that I remember most is that when she hugged me, just before she left, she squeezed me more tightly than I had ever been squeezed.I suspect these encounters were with my mother/sister but I don't.