" Oh, I know baby. But that's not the kind of attention I need just now," she explained. Her eyes searched the expression on my face hoping not to fin... hurt or disappointment there."Anything I can do?" I asked with a wicked look in my eyes. "I'll help if I can." But honey, you're my son." True enough, but correct me if I am wrong. According to Webster son is defined as a male offspring. Emphasis on the male if you please."She turned her upper body to face me, and in doing so she lost part of. Sally was busying herself at the counter. Not too much later each girl was presented with a plate of scrambled eggs on toast, and a mug of tea.Jonny and his people loaded up their bus and departed, leaving us to work out our lives with our new additions. That went more smoothly than I had any right to expect. Indeed, I was surprised – astonished, in fact – at the girls’ willingness, enthusiasm, even, to snuggle with me. Sally, I could understand, but to apparently trust a strange man so soon?. Gigantica was now ready for me to occupy my new home! But that wasn't my only humiliation. My balls had been separated from my scrotum by at least a foot using several spacers each an inch thick! My asshole was plugged with an inflatable butt plug that She enlarged each week. But the worst of all was the milking machine hooked to my cock that pumped 24/7 at maximum speed, pumping my cum into a big receptacle. To ensure that my balls kept producing cum nonstop She gave me shots every few days to. There was Billy, a 'one day a week at his house during lunch fuck,' and Zane, her 'Friday afternoon guy.' But she always imagined she was fucking John while they fucked her. She was amazed at how the nastiness of being shared each week by three men didn’t make her feel 'fed'. John was the missing nasty piece for her evil need fuck puzzle.Now it was a Friday, and Zane had bailed for personal reasons, leaving Natasha fucky as hell. She'd stopped for a beer, and as it was growing dark she decided.