So much that he sort of, well,blew big, thick, Silly-String cum ropes into the wildblue yonder.That was easy."Nice work, Katie," Cheryl said. "You too... Dan."Dan?s eyes were glazed as he looked at me with love orlust or whatever."Can you make him cum again, Katie?"In the best tradition of the Corps, I said, "Can do,Cheryl."Dan may have been thinking of himself as a lab rat atthat point, but he managed to smile as he consideredyet another visit to paradise. Assuming he survivedthe trip.Back on my. He'd reap your scorn and disgust, wouldn't he? He'd have to.But after that he'd be all alone.To you it would mean nothing that he would lose all he has. For you there is only Truth, Morality and Decency. To hell with all the poor souls that get trampled to mush under the iron boots of that unholy trinity."Justice must be done."I am Anne, remember?Almost thirty. I do PR and marketing for a fast growing company of delicatessen and catering shops throughout the state. And even beyond.I am also the. . Daddy, this dick ... I love it!” my daughter told me as she kept sucking me for the sheer pleasure of it and Sarah took her place blowing Curtis.“Damn it, baby girl, if this keeps up, I’ll cum too fast!” I warned my daughter, who laughed as she straddled me and took me inside her twat for a few minutes cowgirl-style.Sarah did the same for Curtis as well, but this didn’t last, as we still intended for her to get my cum inside her snatch next. The swap that followed now had my dick buried in. If I believed that, someone could also sell me the Brooklyn Bridge." I've got a quitclaim deed handy for that bridge, too," he said and chortled.We cleaned up the dinner mess together, evidently another first for Eric Kleiner.The paper was a standard 8 ½" by 11" piece of paper; the pencil was dull. I sharpened it with a kitchen knife."What do you want to draw?" Dad said."How about you?" I said. I'd made my spending money in college drawing caricatures in a number of sports bars around Phoenix..