Donna actually was nice enough to pour our coffee before she sat down as well. Her own cup was already full and I could see creamer in it, so I gestur...d to Stacy to help herself to the packets. She grabbed four packs of sugar and two creamers—no wonder she was so hyper sometimes.I took two sugars and a creamer for my own cup. Like most people in their twenties or younger, I was one of the new generation of 'yuppie-coffee' drinkers. I always felt like such a hypocrite for it though. I hated. Onto her back there was a sexy woman in her late forties; she was Anita’s gynecologist. The woman has stripped off her skirt and she had a strap on belt around her waist. I could not see the size of the rubber cock that was fucking Ana’s cunt.The Doctor, Susan, looked at me and smiled; but then she pointed me to wait outside. I went to the alley, leaving the door open. I could hear Ana moaning and the bed cracking noisily.A couple minutes later, Doctor Susan came out. She was now fully dressed. He used the grip to pull me into his body, and opened his fingers just enough to allow my nipple to slip between two of them. When he brought the fingers back together, my nipple got squeezed hard and I opened my mouth to say something.I heard Tina yelling, "Perfect ... just like that," and I realized that the shocked expression on my face was what she wanted. Eric started massaging my breast as he worked on my nipple, and I felt another twinge in my pussy; I wondered if she would shoot me. We were a family bound by our common descent from Dionysius, the Greek God of Wine, our father (and grandfather in the case of the twins). We were above the petty rules and morals of our local community, weren’t we? We were certainly above that silly law against incest and nobody gave two shits about Amber and Amanda being underage when I bred them, either. The paternity of their newborns was nobody’s business but ours. Predictably, both of them gave me twins, two sets of identical girls just.