" I know she was trying to hint to Larry that nowwas not a good time for him to be here. Little did sheknow that there was more in store than she eve... dreamedof. "What are you up to tonight, Larry", I said as Iwalked back into the room, handing him a beer. "Oh... not much. Just thought I'd drop by tosee if you two were interested in a few hands of gin." "Sounds good to me, what about you, hon?", Isaid looking at Sandy. The look on her face told me that she had re-signed herself to the fact. By not over stimulating at the point of ejaculation, you could sometimes get three or four good spurts out of a horse. Of course it took me a while to get the hang of it. To start with I kept getting in a terrible mess, literally dripping from head to foot in long strings of sperm. Daddy would get quite cross at all the waste, and I was very upset. How did I know when the horse was going to cum? After all, it couldn’t tell me.Then daddy had a brainwave, he said why didn’t I practice on him. I will be following this up with an equally irrational tail-end, making up for my incomplete stories, and previous let downs.As this is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier parts first may make this more exciting.Happy Reading!I was completely inside my mom in a single thrust. The process was so smooth, I did not even realize that I had found myself a place in The Mother Fuckers Club.A lot of it had to do with the fact that I was only as big as my dad, and also that he had been giving. I furrowed my brow. "But, um,..." I can see this is going to be hard, so I'll spell it out. You saidnothing about being a business woman. You wished to be successful with agood paying job." I'm Brandi!" I said, excitedly. It seemed to be appropriate. Iremembered thinking about brandy. Maybe this had something to do with it."Yes, you're Brandi," the genie sounded a little short-tempered. I feltbad. I didn't mean to make her angry. "And Brandi, what do you do for aliving?" Um. I'm a.