Chris noticed a distinct hint of anger creeping into his twin brother's voice. "Do you know he's never come to a single one of my swim meets in four y...ars of high school? Not ... fucking... one. And you see how he treats Mom like his hired accountant, not his wife – she does so much for him, and he never has one fucking nice thing to say to her, ever. He's such an asshole ... I wish Mom would divorce him, and take his sorry ass to the cleaners. Dad's a total piece of shit." No argument here,". Cum on me, cum on me, please cum on me," I begged as I laid there.With that they all groaned and, one after the other, I felt sprays of cum hitting me, shooting unto my face, neck and upper chest. Cum dripped off my neck and left cheek. I licked it hungrily off my lips and felt pools of it on my chest. Then I felt a hand around my dick."You have my permission to cum with your that tiny bitch penis of yours, faggot," The owner said as he roughly jerked me.I came within seconds. I shot so far. In the two weeks since Erin had appeared out of the blue, announcing herself as my muse, not a day had passed that we hadn't made love at least twice, each time as frantic and passionate as teens. I felt renewed in body and spirit and now lived for the moment, intent only on capturing all that life had to offer.A sigh escaped Erin's lips as I withdrew from her slippery sheath, my cock now shiny with her slick cream. I caught myself as I was about to once again thrust ahead wildly, forcing. She sniffed the air, too, and laughed knowingly.“Who was the lucky bitch who got the D?” Eva whispered in her brother’s ear.“Stacey from work. She’s married, too,” Abel winked at his sister, causing her to lick her lips in delight.“I hope that she gets knocked up. Now, how about supper? Tortellini with garlic mushroom sauce, a side of minestrone stew with extra garbanzo beans, and some buttery asparagus,” Eva offered, particularly getting Roni’s attention with the asparagus part.“Asparagus? I.