. and I know what I think of my brothers. Toads all. Six ... all older. Mom finally got it right ... I’m the last.”“Six?”“Yes.”“Out of s...ven?“I thought I had it bad. Two older brothers and a younger sister. Six? Are they all still living?”“Not for lack of trying.”That drew a chuckle.They began to reminisce. First came the ‘not for lack of trying.’ Heard from their corner was a lot of ‘no shit’ and ‘they lived?’ And some riotous and raucous laughter, interspersed with quiet grins and knowing. " That brought us all to a hearty but nervous round of laughter. That was shared history, family memoirs. I was renowned for my nocturnal battles with the covers. The two of us had once shared a bed as children--I think I was about six--and I was found wrapped in a very wet cocoon of all the covers. Liz had shed her soggy bottoms and found high dry ground by the foot of the bed. The edge to the memory was that she had actually done it twice. The second time was when we were about eleven and. "The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of its furry sheath again. Not long now and his beautiful young mistress would let him do the things he so ardently wanted to do -- in his dog's mind he was sure of it. Still, he had to wait until she was ready... He knew he had to get her going until she would literally beg for his animal cock.Jackie had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which had made such a furnace in her young belly. The seething, fluid. .. But most of all, she loves! Mom, that's you."Turning to Jack she said, "And then there's my father. He loves me, he protects me, but most of all, when he's with Mom he shows me what married love can really be. He is Mom's motivating and powering force."After pausing for a moment she added, "You know, it's a damned good thing that we're on the fortieth floor. Any lower and we might be drowned by all the love that's generated here." Then with a little grin she added, "I wonder if it leaks.