"You as much a whore as your momma?" I want to be, Father." Father, huh," the Ghost said. "I reckon I am your father. Damn, if that doesn't make this ...otter. You are as purtee as a junebug. I'm gonna fuck your cooch hard!" Oh, yes," I gasped, his finger brushing at my pussy, pressing on my cherry."You'll love it when your father pops your cherry," Mother always said. "He took mine and it was amazin'."His other hand pushed down the top of my nightgown. "Damn, slut. You're almost as stacked as. She felt her pulse race as she saw them both with hard-ons. She gazed from one outlined cock to the other, her cunt burning with wet heat, eager for them. She licked her lips, her eyes taking on a smoldering glow."Who's going to be first?" she asked, her voice trembling with desire. "You both have hard-ons."Without shyness, Mike and his brother opened their pants and shoved them down, standing there side by side with their hard cocks sticking out. Donna breathed deeply as she looked from one to. "It's a none starter Beverly. The complexities of the spinal chord are far beyond the medical skills available. It's like an ape with boxing glovestrying to reconnect all the phones in America." "Well it's that or Steve dies," argued Beverly as she turned to Steve. "What d'you say Steve?" "It won't work. Vicky's right," tapped Steve as his throat became too sore to croak. "But it would be worth investigating," protested Beverly. "What about my doctor in Africa. He was doing all. She took just a few seconds to collect her thoughts before she started. I love Mark a whole lot, she said as she turned toward me a little. And I have always wanted to say thank you for giving me to him. That was very kind and generous of you. That was a bit weird for me to hear. How often do you have a girl thank you for giving her away to someone? And we have really enjoyed each other, she said with a bit of a smile. And for a moment I saw that little gleam in her eye again. But then it.