“I’ll speak with grandma, Frances. I remember what you and the others have briefed me on. I can do it.” She was speaking as much to herself as t... Frances, and got up to follow Frances to the phone.Frances picked up the phone. “I have found her. She was working on some studies that we have given her as part of her home schooling. Here she is now.” Frances passed the phone over, with a confident smile on her face, her hand showing the thumbs-up sign of success.“Hello, grandma; how nice of you to. There was a frothy mess of sexual juices already on the arm of the couch. She kept twisting and writhing until she had drained every drop from his seeping cock. She felt him pulling his limp prick out of her, and then he wiped their combined mess off on her skirt.“You were great, Baby,” Shane grunted, as he pulled up his jeans and finished dressing. He watched her slump down on the couch, and lay quivering in a fetal position, hearing her softly panting. Without another word he left her. Even isolated here, I could still hear the noise of my mom's drool on my friend's cock.My mom came in a few minutes later, Blake dr****g his arm around her and groping her tit."Come in, now," she said, and Blake slapped her ass, "Dinner." My mom retreated back to the kitchen, giggling girlishly.I went and sat down at the table, where Blake and my Mom's places eat had a dish of casserole and a plate of potatoes, where mine only had potatoes."Why don't I get casserole?" I asked, Blake already. "I got so horny I ... experimented."Bob felt his prick arrive at complete erection. "With one of these?" he asked."With all of them." said Brandy softly.There was a moment of silence as Bob thought about what that meant ... where the things in his hands had been ... where the copy of his dick had been.She went on. "And then ... I had to compare the models ... to the real thing. I had to make sure they were exact copies. I didn't do that with yours though, Uncle Bob. I need to do that with yours.