All told my family tree sprouts five successive generations with a family of four boys and more importantly to this story… no girls. Consequently, t...day, I humbly acknowledge that I know nothing about girls and at the same time can quite comfortably blame it on genetics. (See… I told you it wasn’t my fault.) But… this didn’t stop me from thinking that I knew all about girls. I’d seen them around, I’d even sat behind one in school once. They looked like us, 10 fingers… two arms… two legs, I. Beth's smile broadened. Apparently, Trinity had gotten the nameassociation right. "Same as always. I hate Monday." Beth was aboutthe same size as Trinity, but her hair was long and sandy blonde, andshe had some faint freckles. Trin noted that her big brown eyes andinnocent-looking face were probably going to break some boys' heartslater in life. Where Trin's clothing was older and plainer, Beth'sjeans looked new, and her top was very stylish. Trin suddenly feltself-conscious about her. “Thanks, Rhee. I appreciate the praise ... and the time to get some writing done, though Heather will be back in a half-hour or so.”With the return of Heather and Dad ... Hmmm. When did that happen? I don’t remember putting anyone before Dad previously. Anyway, with the return of Heather and Dad came the return of a gorgeous nude man in the house. A gorgeous nude man with a boner, a stiffy, a hard-on.There was much salivating. Somewhat surprisingly, there was no grabbing.We were seated at the. “Mmmm Hmmmm!” I added in my slut voice. Carla’s prize Mexican was making me wait for more cock and I grew impatient. I leaned over to him and said loud enough to be heard by every one nearby “Ok honey, you need to cum so she can go downstairs with me and get fucked by those tow guys…cum on…cum in her sweet mouth.” Carla sucked the Mexican with some deep head twists and he started to cum. She stood up after letting him finish himself off and out of habit straightened her dress. She.