”I turned to Claire and asked, “What’s Pass the Fruit?”“A person takes an orange and puts it under their chin. The next person must get it f...om them and put it under their own chin, all without using their hands. Want to play it together when it’s time, Charles?” Claire suggested, suggestively.“Sounds like a lot of fun, CC.”Mrs. McArthur spoke again, “Anybody who wants to play Spoon Egg Carry, come on up.”All four of us did. You would think it would be easy to carry a raw egg in a spoon. Try. She gagged a bit, then resumed bobbing up and down. My cock was sliding in and out of her throat, and wet slurping sounds filled the room. I felt the pressure building and moaned, which made my girlfriend press up against me and begin licking and nibbling my earlobe. "I'm gonna cum soon," I repeated, my breath coming ragged now. My body tensed, and I reached down, urgently grabbing a handful Ash's blonde hair. She moaned when I tightened my grip and held her head in place as I thrust into her. There was no way I was going to admit to anything. Any conclusions that my daughter might come to, would be on her own."Where is the car?" I am not sure, but it can't be moved until the insurance company checks it out. Mom did not want to talk about it, and was very evasive." Where is your mom? Why didn't she come home with you?" It appears that she is concerned with how you are going to react. I asked her to explain, and she became flustered. Candice said she would be staying there for a few. That’s just crazy, I would have said. They tell me I’m crazy now, for doing what he did. I know I’m not. I’m just dreaming the same dream as every man woman and child on this little ball of dirt, we call earth. My name is Caster Coves Callas and like my father, I am a genius. And like him, I spend my nights alone without remorse, separating myself from the world for one goal: build a machine to understand the universe, to know the patterns that underlie our every action, our every thought..