“You girls have worn me out.”Riley frowns. “So does that mean you are too tired to fuck us this morning?”Lumi draws her eyes down to his crotc.... “I certainly hope he’s not.”“I don’t think I have that problem,” Justin says, giving them a reassuring smile. He shifts toward them, throwing off the sheets. “I do believe that I am very well rested.”The girls press their bodies against him, pushing him to lay on his back. Then they begin kissing his body, touching him all over and working their way. Pausing at the bathroom door, she listened a moment to the shower going, then walked into their own bedroom, or rather the room she shared with her husband. And now with their son. She stood inside the door and let the robe fall from her shoulders, looking across the room at Danny Maddox as he lay naked upon the bed.Her son was on his back, his feet spread wide apart, and as he looked back at her, he slid one hand up and down upon his stiff prick. Betty could see the juice upon its lavender. He was her brother and they lived in the same house with their parents. How could they be in a relationship with each other when their parents were always with them? "You have to tell him the reality of the situation. This is not meant to be," her conscience told her.She finally opened her eyes, and her heart melted instantaneously. Her brother was on his knees, tears falling down his handsome face, and his eyes red from crying."Kiera, please give me a chance. I promise you that you will not. Both the photos on the walls and the perpetual videos on the screens always show girls with girls, ALL THE TIME. Never a man, never sissy slaves but only all-girl. I see them, photos and videos, from when I wake up until I sleep, from when I eat until I think. All the time I hear them and I see them fucking, cumming, moaning, whimpering, screaming with pleasure. When I sleep, the sound lowers but never disappears: all the time I am bombarded by the infinite pleasure between women, with light.