The kind of kiss that makes a good girl want to do bad things. The kind of kiss that makes a girl wet. I felt it hot on my lips. I felt it in every fi...er of my being. I felt it leaving white-hot trails through my body, tracing the pathways of my blood supply. I felt it heat my extremities and curl my toes. Slowly, you lowered me to the ground. I could feel my body rubbing against yours. It was clear that you were glad to see me. Your erection throbbed rhythmically against my belly. Pulling. "He would not want to be disturbed."I sighed. "Typical Benny," I thought and looked at the man earnestly. "Who's in charge in Benny's absence?" I said, as I felt the "Titled Trollop" stroking my John Thomas through my britches."Mike. He's kind of new. He's some hotshot college kid..." I don't need his life story. Just get him for me." Who should I tell him wants to see him," he asked."I'm Blonde ... James Blonde." But you have dark hair," he complained."It's my bleeding name! Now tell Mike to. I took a quick glance at the reading. His heart was only beating thirty times a minute and was slowing further with each passing beat. What the hell?The firefighter who was bagging seemed to be having trouble. "The air won't go in," she told me. "It just blows out the side."Armed with that information I took another look around the room. The television was on, tuned to a cartoon show. A half-eaten hot-dog was sitting on a plate on the coffee table. The light bulb suddenly went off above my. My sweet daughter had taken all the men and two family dogs for full seven hours before she was overwhelmed with the excesses of lust.My men lifted my little girl and lay her on the couch. Eight men, Grandpa Ed, my brother and husband Tom, my other two brothers John and Frank, my sons Sam, Jake, Josh and Rick still supported huge erections. I shivered with pleasure and anticipation as they all were ready to cover my little Ellie with their cum.As if by cue my younger pregnant sister arrived to.