They sat through plays, recitals, and sporting events.Cheerleading was the hardest on them. They didn’t watch football and sitting on hard bleachers...in the cold through two hours of the game was brain numbing. Other parents, shaking their heads in bewilderment, would watch the couple sitting on the bleachers bent over their computers trying to work despite all of the distractions surrounding them.“Why couldn’t she look more like me?” Alex asked.“Why couldn’t she act more like me?” Sherry. They attempted to make Coq au Vin, having long admired Julia c***d's culinary skills on TV, but were more adept at mimicking her wine consumption. The result was an inedible mess of undercooked chicken, bacon, and mushrooms and me having to drive her too-drunk friend home. When I returned I found my stepmother passed out at the kitchen table, unable to rouse her, I proceeded to carry/drag her limp body to her bed. I had my arms under hers and her head and torso leaning against my chest when I. I let go when Xandra starts pressing the plug against my asshole. I am already very tight, but I can feel myself tighten more in anticipation.At the first sign of significant pressure, my hips buck forward, unintentionally spearing Emily in the gag reflex. She pulls back with wide eyes, and starts coughing while my half of my cock is still in her mouth. I withdraw as quickly as I can, and she turns to the side and falls toward the floor. Xandra pushes the toy against my ass again, and I moan.. ..” she moaned before deserting me to apply her mouth to Gail’s dripping snatch. Gail gave a squeal but lifted her legs and dropped them wide, offering herself to Anna. I watched, amazed that the sight was reawakening my erection. Anna’s hands rose up along Gail’s body to play with the distended nipples above.Gail peeked at me and winked. I grinned back and leaned down for another one of those kisses she’d given me before. That one didn’t have a sperm flavor to it though. The bed began to rock.