As the last of the girls quivered above him, once more flooding his face with juices as her orgasm rushed through her, Anthony felt a powerful suction...on his shaft and another pair of lips on his balls.Anthony screamed in surprise as a finger forced its way past his anal sphincter and began teasing his prostate and much sooner than he would have thought possible, felt the cum rush out of his balls and into whichever mouth was waiting to accept his sticky mess."Holy fuck," he panted as an. He told himself he should be awake by now, that he didn't want to be fucked, even if it was by a beautiful woman. Yet...it felt nice. He felt pleasantly full. Not like when he had to use the bathroom, no. It was different. She pushed, he felt her shaved crotch meet his. She struck something inside him that made exquisite sensations of pleasure ripple through his body. No, not struck. Squeezed. Her girth put pressure on something. It felt...good.She eased back and sank into him again. . They were my daughters, but somebody else provided the sperm that conceived them. I sat there for a long time, under the gaze of the lawyer.I looked at him. "Now that Jarred has died, do you have any client relationship with my wife or children?" No, just the estate," he said."So, if I hire you to represent me you could do it? Providing there is no conflict with the estate?" The Calhoun family has been a client of mine for several decades. I would not take any assignment that would harm them.". This time, everyone was putting in the rudest things they could think of. Stripper, butt plug, threesome, blow job, you name it. We had such a laugh. At one point I joked that we reckoned they were a couple of swingers. This was refuted by Sara but Mark laughed and said “ I would”. I said I would too but Vicky would never. Sara called us a couple of dirty old men and said it would never happen.We went home pretty drunk and after putting the k**s to bed we climbed in bed ourselves. Despite.