”Grace squirmed on my lap. “Did you Papa? Did you fuck Momma?”I held her tight and kissed her tender neck. “How do you think we made you, my l...ttle Christmas bunny.”Grace giggled as if I’d ticked her. “I was born on Christmas Papa, not made on Christmas.” “True,” I gave her neck a good lick, “it took us a few more months to get the timing just right.”Grace squirmed and turned around to face me. The kiss was unexpected but duly welcomed.“Tell me Papa, what is fucking like?” “Well, you know that. “Good girl.” The words are almost too much, sending me spiralling dangerously close to that dark place where lust consumes everything and all control is lost. Yet still I hold myself prettily upright and with reddening skin and raggedy breath await my release. Anita’s mouth moves on; her breath departing my pubis to sink down beneath me. A grunt of pleasure escapes Grant’s mouth and his groin wriggles expectantly causing soft, squelching sounds to escape my pussy as his cockhead slaps itself. There was one really cute girl who played flamenco styleguitar but when I talked to her, wow she was so straight I knew shewouldn?t fit in with us wild girls.There was a keyboard player who was pretty hot and she was into rockalthough her sounds were trapped in the eighties. We actually gave it ashot and she came to a few rehearsals but I struggled with our songswhen she played with us. Her style was so overpowering that I lost thesense of the songs, the rhythm the feel.Jas and Cindy felt the. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep,.