But I have to ask you one more favor now.” Gemma gently started to lie back on the floor, pulling him by the cock to join her. “I want you inside ...e. I’ve enjoyed seeing that cock tonight, but now I want to feel it.”Gemma’s face had turned from the pretty party-girl of earlier in the evening, to the raw look of a wanton passionate woman, desperate for his cock. Brad looked down at her eager face and wonderfully tight body as she drew him to enter her. She was so wet and swollen with excitement. One touch of his football, and Josh would inevitably get to see what it felt like to combine his DNA with theirs. And it always felt fantastic. So many tempting pussies begging for his seed, and Josh couldn't help but fill them all. Over and over. It was never enough.It was only when he accidentally changed one of his former, unpopular friends that he began to consider the results of his actions, albeit briefly. The clumsy, decidedly unattractive girl had accidentally bumped into the football. Others argued that Shorty had been the cook’s nickname, given by an equally forgotten waitress. Still others claimed that the forgotten cook had a name with very few letters; hence it was a short name, not the name “Short.” Those with enough seniority to remember a waitress and short order cook from 1968 often wrangled over the names of other forgotten patron saints of the Last Chance Diner.On the last day, the tired old argument seemed more passionate than usual, and it raged furiously until. His body trembled violently as he spewed wad after wad of gism deep into his sister's throat. All his fondness for her increased, as he watched her face, her cheeks puffed out with the enormous load she had taken into her willing mouth.He grinned as he saw some of his scum dribble out of the corner of her mouth. Her teeth scraped gently against his raging rod. His swollen balls became empty and then his body relaxed. He felt hot waves of pleasure coursing up and down his spine.Cathy kept on.