"It took three times to fill it; now drink up" a pearl of which caught in their mother's hair, another drop glistening from her face.Bridget passed th... jar to Gretchen who unscrewed the lid and took a sniff; it smelled like nothing they'd experienced and exactly like fresh sperm.Gretchen communicated some courage to her sisters, then took the first foul swallow: her father's produce slid liquid like a slug down her throat and made her eyes water; Bridget and Eleanor followed suit, sewer-warm. Why? Why me?”I hung my head lower, not meeting his gaze. “Because you’re really good at it.” I murmured.“Bullshit. I’m fanfuckingtastic, but that isn’t why.” He was toying with me, that bastard. He sipped his wine playfully and cocked his head.“Because you have a big thingie.”“You can do better then that.”“Because you’re hung like a bull-elephant. Your tremendous horse-cock is the only thing on this earth big enough to make me cum like a horny slut who only wants more. Your dick puts even the. I could feel the precum dripping onto my leg and wondered if she would notice a wet spot in my jeans. There was no sign of her stopping so I pulled her tight to me and my hands grabbed her around the small of her back.My hot breath lingering against her neck, and her warm breath and lips against my chest. Then I felt her hand move slightly, encircling my cock, and I realized that she knew exactly what she was doing.I reached down and grabbed her hand, not trying to hurt her but trying to gain. He just stood there and looked at me and didn’t know what to say. I waved my hand in front of his face and asked him if he would like to have sex with her. He managed to stammer yes, who wouldn’t. His face lit up with the thought of having her, so I thought I would set my plan in motion to surprise Ginger. Leaning close to Jerry, I told him to go on inside and watch Ginger. When she least expects it, walk up behind her and then reach around her, grab onto her breasts and pull her against.