”“Everything?” she snickered.“Nooooo ... not everything,” I said emphasizing the EVERY. “Go take a shower and I’ll call her back in a mi...ute.”Pursing her lips, she said, “Don’t you want to wash my back ... and my front?”“I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?”She was walking naked to the bathroom and turned around and said, “Maybe.” She slapped her own butt.I pulled myself together and put some boxers and a shirt on. It seemed silly, but the idea of talking to my mother naked, kind of creeped me. Bill's hard cock plopped out of her mouth and Tiffany's eyes were magnetically drawn to the rock-hard cock glistening with Natalie's spittle. Tiffany didn't like the way this visit was going. Inchoate fears rippled through her. Could she be the next victim of that huge, cunt-ripping cock?Natalie stood before Mr. Jones and assumed the display position. Her bountiful tits pushed forward only a few feet in front of Mr. Jone's fascinated eyes. Her legs were spread and her delicious cunt-crack just. Yes, a few stuffed animalswere on the dresser, a few bears, a stuffed Bucky Badger, and aGritty, the Philadelphia Flyers' strange mascot. Quinn also noticedher hockey equipment in the corner and smiled."Let me braid your hair, Quinn. We have time; I'll be finished beforeJill picks out an outfit," explained Avery as she started to braid hersister's hair."You can't rush style," replied Jill with a smile as she held up atop."It's just breakfast," joked Avery."So?" countered Jill."Well, I think. Way better than I was doing my first hour!”“I have a good teacher. Besides, I can’t let you win a fishing competition!”“I already have,” I dismissed.“Um, no. I think you were ahead once for ten seconds, and that’s it.”“Excuse me, but remember striped bass night? On Frej’s boat?”“Pfft. Lara won that one. Just like she beat you when you went camping!”I laughed. “You haven’t changed, have you?”“Changed?” She smiled sweetly at me.I stood and moved close to her. “You’re funny. We’ll see what you say.