“I think he means that doesn’t work either.”Flossie didn’t know what to do. She did know that, if she didn’t do something, bellies would swe...l and everything would be lost.“Look,” she said heavily. “If you all keep playing sexually, you’re going to eventually end up having sex, and somebody’s going to get pregnant. Okay? That’s the situation. If any of you girls get pregnant, it will be more horrible than you can even imagine!” Her frustration caused her to speak freely, and she looked at. He knew that their parents would be gone at least another four or five hours, and he wanted to watch his sister some more as vague thoughts of what it would be like to fuck her tight little cunt started rolling through his mind. He had played around with his girlfriend as often as she would allow, but was still very much a virgin himself when it came to actually fucking a girl. He raced up the stairs to his own room and pulled off his shorts, reaching for his swim trunks as his cock waved in. Rachel said, “Rebecca and Kevin, you have guests.”I turned to my wife. “In that case, Mrs. Butcher, we should join the party.” She nodded, took my arm, and the four of us formed an abbreviated receiving line. As the hosts, Jonathan and Rachel headed the line. Rebecca and I were second. My parents, had they been alive, would have been there with us. Everyone took the time to greet the Schmidts and the newly formed Butchers.One elderly couple, the Hanevys, stood out from the rest of the guests.. “Yes, Mom caught me, then she helped me. She wanted to make sure I was doing it correctly…” she listened for a minute. “Mom, you remember! Yes, they were pretty little pink ones.” Again she listened. “OK, we’ll see you in a couple days. Love you…love you too Dad. Bye.” She hung up the phone and lifted up off my flaccid cock, pulling the panties up against dripping cunt, and walked into the bathroom. I didn’t move! So much had just happened I was trying to digest it all. For as long as I could.