He lay flat on top of her, giving Debby more room to wrap her legs tightly around his back. Then Debby's hung nephew started fucking her fast and hard... just like she'd asked, reaming out her hot, wet cunthole with long, driving strokes of his blood-engorged prick."Harder!" Debby cried, humping tirelessly to meet his strokes, gasping every time his enormous prick sawed all the way up her cunt. "Oh, Kenny, I love your big cock, baby, love your big, fucking cock! Harder, now, lover, fuck my juicy. ” I gave vague responses most of which were half lies or outright untruths. I could hear guys telling other guys things like, “This Scott must be okay. Nobody gets a babe like that who doesn’t have a lot going for him.” Some of the comments were cruder, of course, but that’s the way guys are. When I was dressed and came back out to wait for Christine several girls came up to me and asked similar questions, though much less crudely phrased of course. I told them that Christine was a free spirit,. Somewhere in the middle of it came another solid whack, and when the water flowed away, she was standing there, at the far end of the plug, a grin on her face. I let my anger rise a little. I knew how to play this game, I'd just been avoiding it. I became the rock, and quickly was rising out of it along side her, delivering a solid whack of my own to her stomach.I tried a follow up strike, and she countered that, and suddenly we were back to a more normal bit of stick work. I drover her to her. Now, can we PLEASE make dinner?”“You should probably let us, Kara,” Bethany said. “There is a ravenous horde of younglings out there that need to be fed and watered!”Kara came over and gave me a quick kiss, then left the kitchen.“Sorry,” Bethany said with a smile. “She put me up to it.”“Right,” I smirked. “And she had to twist your arm?”“Well, no,” she said with a giggle. “And it was a bit over the top!”I leaned close, “If we decide it’s OK, that’s EXACTLY what you’re going to get!”Bethany.