Paused.My thoughts flickered around her psyche as I made the final changes. You will not object to anything I say or do, they told her again. Nor can ...ou even think of a reason to do so. One last scan confirmed that Annette was ready. I have always taken great pride in my ability to sculpt, whether in clay or other, more precious materials.I snapped my fingers and watched her stir, unaware of either the time that had passed or change in her clothing. It was time to resume our conversation and. "You haven't answered my question, Michael," my Mother said."Hum... !!" I started suddenly realizing that this was going to be a lot more difficult than I had thought, or really not thought."Who are those girls?" Shannon demanded in Gaelic, pointing at our four sisters questioningly."You still haven't answered my question, Michael!" my Mother reminded me not giving me time to answer either question."Yes, just who are these girls, Patrick?" Pat's Mother, my Aunt Sara, asked."They're... !!" Pat. "You do." I gasp, as he slaps my other cheek and drives his cock into my pussy, burying himself to the balls. Grabbing my hair, he yanks my head back, fucking me savagely me til I cum, clenching my pussy around him."You're right, I own this ass, Angel."He pulls out of my pussy and places his cockhead at my asshole. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back on his stiff prick til it pops through my rosebud. There's a twinge of pain, but nothing like the night before.SMACK! I jump, shoving myself. He came skidding to a stop just as Lori toppled over, her head and shoulders falling over backwards to point at the ground.Jimmy wasn't the most coordinated guy in the world, but he got there in time for the back of Lori's skull to crash off of his forehead. His backward collapse from the collision was accelerated by the rest of the girl slamming into his torso. Chet and Rhonda could clearly hear the whoosh of air escaping from his lungs as his chest was compressed between Lori and the track,.