And Zane..." "We are not sons." "We are other." "We want to be like them, Boss." "How become we the sons?"It took me a second to link all the sentence... together. Then I got it. The idiots must call themselves my 'sons' - as twisted as that idea is. "Ok. Listen, the only difference between you and them is the sex." Ja." "Yes."I waited but they didn't go on. "I fuck them. I'm not fucking you two." Yes." "Ja."One of us was missing something and I wasn't sure if it was them or me. "So you want me. Charlie smirked and waved her hand indicating we should follow along. We all trailed along in the wake of her mother into the bowels of their home. We emerged from the dim hall into a badly lit room filled by an enormous wooden dining table surrounded by tall straight backed chairs. On the table were four multi armed candelabras, the five candles in each one were lit and filled the room with smoke and the scent of bee's wax. At the far end of the table sat a hunched man in a wheelchair.He. Knowing that her pussy squirted gave me a goal: I would make her into a GEYSER. I grabbed her and threw her off my dick and on the bed. ‘Oh give me more! mmmm I want it!’ She wriggled like an addict, but an obedient one. She just laid there staring at me wagging and gyrating her hips, raising her pussy in the air for me to see and be tempted by. I grabbed one leg, flipped her on one side and lifted the leg all the way behind her head. Good thing she was flexible. I slipped my member in her. "I was already moving towards her. "I know," and that was the last thing we said. I kissed her on the mouth and reached my hands up her shirt. There was something adorable about how overwhelmed she was by my aggressive move. I had her shirt off and was unfastening her bra when I straddled her on the chair she sat on. My hands held her breasts, her nipples in my palms, hardening from her arousal. She was a small b-cup, and perky for her age. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, hers.