--------------------------The following morning I was brushing my teeth at the sink in my bathroom when Daryl walked in. He had pulled his briefs down...below his nut sack, and was stroking his morning wood with one of his hands as he pushed in behind me at the sink. Our eyes met in the mirror, then my gaze drifted down to the huge cock in his hand, and I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.With my mouth full of toothpaste, I grumbled, “Seriously, Daryl? First thing in the morning?”“It’s not first. We never hear from him, anymore.Tom thought his use of viagra had some peculiar side effects, like some slightly painful urinations, but not the kind associated with gonorrhea. Tom was taught by his father that if he had gonorrhea, it would hurt as if his piss was boiling out of his urethra.Tom had this feeling that he still had to piss even when he was just finished!Prostate!He had put off seeing the doctor while we were having such a wonderful time with ourselves, and who knows if that delay. I sat on Omana face and began to suck my sister shiny. She began to press my head in her pussy with one hand and screwed her nipples with the other. I was about to come and asked Omana to lie on the cot ,my sister said that for me first. Omana said that you are a little girl so I will get first and you see how to do. They began to quarrel I cooled them and said I can satisfy boy at the same time. I asked Omana to sit on the head board of the cot I applied Vaseline to my kunna and sisters pooru. Men's laps are the chairs they fight so hard to get on -- a hard dick and when the music stops they throw themselves down our laps and squirm until we let them glide up and down the shaft eventually slipping the head in as it buries deep in the tight wetness as we hold them down while they wiggle and giggle but mostly they all start quivering and legs start shaking and the giggling turns to whimpering and then the flood of sweet juices drench our laps only to have the next girl make her mess.