I then knew that I had to do my best. I slurped and licked and tried to take him all,the way in but he was HUGE. He was holding my head and berating m... as I did my best. Mommy, or Mrs. Perkins then appeared over my shoulder."Slow down, honey" she said softly, " He's not going anywhere" Stand her up" Daddy said.Mommy helped me to my feet and Daddy stood behind me. He kicked off his pants and then stepped up close behind me. I felt his thick cock press into my ass-cheeks. His hands then reached. You know, ready to have sex, but how can I tell if a guy really cares about me or he just wants ... release, like you said?" Oh boy!" I think to myself.I start to ask her if she's asked her mother but then decide not to try to pass the buck. Besides maybe she's talked to her mother already and just wants my opinion. I lean back and then lean forward again not wanting her to feel any distance. My shifting reminds me again of the stiffness in my cock. "This is your daughter you sick bastard!" I. I made a point of deliberately staring at each of the sizeable bulges in all four pants.I left the door open so I could hear the men speculate on what we were doing. "OK, ladies. I wanted to do a riff on the three wise men and the gifts they brought to the manger. WE are now the three wise woMEN bringing those gifts on Valentine's Day. Melinda, you are now Melchoir; Betty, you are Balthasar and my G name makes me Gaspar. I'm bringing GOLD (ribbons and a coin); Mel's myrrh has a green tint, so. What was his name?That idiot janitor had still been in her lab after she'd gone. Thosejanitors had access everywhere. Clenching her hands so tight that her nails painfully dug into herpalms, Gretchen forcing herself to remain calm and in control. In spiteof the strong temptation to lash out, to throw things around herapartment, Gretchen refused to give in to her rage. She refused to loseher self control. She was far too intelligent for that she knew. Takinga deep breath, Gretchen thought about.