I’ve never worn any, and just skimmed over that section.”Once more we had a lift home. Some of the gifts were quite bulky; a full set of marine wa...erproofs, boots and gloves. I was surprised about that. Once we were home, though, Becca explained.“I want you to take me sailing, when you can, anyway. I need to share that part of your life.”“If you really want that, we’ll get you in as a Third Hand. There shouldn’t be a problem with that. But it can be hard work. Cold, wet and sometimes dirty.”“I. "Please don't hurt our sperm!" they both pleaded. "Please!" The young men, so full of the living, multiplying food the females craved, prayed their hardest as the tattooed and pierced women laughed at them. The women didn't even have to punch them to weaken them, the thin virgins were so easy to subdue. Both these women set about kissing and licking the necks and shoulders of the men as they held them down. The men felt a stirring in their genitals, but fought it with every ounce of religion. I kept up my steady movements. "Good morning, Mom."That provoked a slight smile, and she stretched a bit under me. "Mmmm. I guess it is a good morning at that. A nice way to wake up..." Yeah," I agreed, and kissed her. We said nothing more, but Mom began to return my thrusts, the two of us gradually becoming more urgent as orgasm approached. After a couple of minutes I came, spurting inside her, and Mom shuddered in her own orgasm, gasping my name again."Well, that was interesting," said Dad.. His eyes lit up. "I think we're going to have some fun here," he said. He passed the cord he had ripped from the curtain to the guy who was holding me. He quickly tied my wrists together behind my back, and then pulled my hands up over my head and secured the cord to the large chandelier hanging above my head. They stood back and looked at me hanging there, admiring their handiwork.The guy who had grabbed my breast and seemingly the leader of the group came up to me. He smiled. "Let's see the.