If it works, we won't be virgins anymore.A week later, Dad said that he was going out for the evening and Brooke would be over to baby-sit. He said t...at we were getting big enough that this would probably be one of the last times that we would need a sitter. He was about ready to let us try staying home at night without one unless he had to go out of town overnight. Pat and I looked at each other and smiled.At eight o'clock, Brooke arrived and Dad left. He told Brooke that he would be home. “What happened to Shelly? Do we need to get her to a healer or a hospital?”He ignored his half-brother with his mechanical legs. He wasn’t in the mood for a celebration. Even though Shelly was feather light in his arms, he dragged his feet as he headed for the Orange Bubble. There was one conversation he didn’t want to have with his father, and he couldn’t see any way clear of avoiding it with Mandy around. They could only avoid it for so long.* * * *Lyden stared at them all as the. Standing in front of me, he aimed his huge cock, and started releasing a long stream of piss into the bucket. Now I understood why he had been swigging on a bottle of water the whole time. He pissed like a racehorse, the bucket getting heavier and heavier, pulling my nipples thin and taut. While the tormenting sensation in my nipples was making me moan and shake, I remember the surprising feeling the hot tongue on my clit. Flicking, licking with long wet strokes, sucking it like a baby at a. I was moving in uncharted territory here; even by Southern California standards, these ocean-front places were very expensive real estate.Okay, you need to know I was close to betraying my principles a little. I have an issue with the recent explosion in rich assholes shutting off public access points to the shore; up to the high tide mark is common property and should remain so. There are sections of beautiful coast where the old ways down to the beach have been blocked off, and the said.