Kirk shook his head and picked his daughter’s winter coat from the back of a dining room chair. He hung his and hers up in the closet. He kicked off...his boots and walked down the hall to where Val was playing one of Frieda’s shooter games.“Hey babe.”“Needa kill something,” she said.“Yeah? Anything happen at the shop after we left.”“Sold a couple hundred bucks worth of stuff,” she shrugged. “Barely made my wages back.”“Winters are tight,” he nodded. “We got some online orders to fill though so. .." I know, but somehow it happened! When I woke up and saw me lying next to me... I nearly fainted!" I... I don't get it... yourself next to you? Who was next to you? Who are you?"The body, which looked like Hugh, breathed a long sigh. "Hugh," it said, "look at your hands."Hugh held up his hands. They were smooth, thin, and covered with freckles."Now here," Hugh flinched as his look alike reached out towards his head. "Please, hold still! I promise I won't hurt you." Hugh shook a bit but held. I shot my first spurt straight down the back of her throat, which was quickly followed by a second spurt and then a massive third one. Cassie took it all in, not even flinching. A small portion leaked from her mouth and she quickly cleaned it up with a finger, slipping the remnants of the spillage, back into her mouth and swallowing it.Cassie used her towel to clean me up, wiping me clean of her saliva and the remnants of my manhood. She then took a swig from the Jägermeister bottle. We were. “Master… master, please…”Her fingers slid up and down her vagina rapidly while her other hand squeezed one breast hard. Somehow her tits were always more sensitive with him, and thinking about him brought her back to that state of sensitivity, at least somewhat. Just rubbing them lightly made her wet, squeezing them made her gush, playing with her nipples, with enough work, could even make her cum.But slapping them made her feel weak, degraded, worthless.Lauren slapped her tits hard, knocking.