Blinking, she tried to squeeze a thought through her mind's traffic-jam of amazement and confusion. "Uh... Uh... Chrysanthemums?"Chrys chuckled, point...ng a thumb at herself. "We already got one!" Oh! Uh... Daffodil?" Got one. A Daisy, too." Hmmm... How about... Calendula?"Chrys smiled, turning back to her attentive crew. "Guys, this is Calendula! She's a candidate for Auntie-caste. I guess since you're all drained, it's the perfect time for a quick census. Hands up - if she were a member, who. .. Drop you bags and your pants and take me right now! Don’t speak to me. Don’t kiss me. Just FUCK ME!”Now you understand the desk clerk’s strange look as you checked in. Someone has messed up someone’s carefully laid plans!Never one to tempt fate you do as she commands. You push into her and fuck her against the glass, anyone passing by in the harbour below could see you clearly!You cum strongly inside her and fill her with your sperm. Your excess spend pouring out of her down to the carpet. And that’s by design. Just as Bear does, Vanessa makes the nut from food, but the net, net, net is drinks.I looked up from the menu and smiled across the booth at Walker, “Chicken fried chicken?”“Yep.”“With onion strings on the side?”“Yep.”“You have no secrets from me, babe.”“Oh?” Giving me smug. Moms are so dense.Walker’s eyes drifted south. Understandably so. He’s male, my unfettered boobs had perked up. Silky, sun-yellow tee, tucked tightly into black bicycle shorts. Tight, black bicycle. You’re one of those. You’ve never done anything wrong to us. You’ve never hit us. There’s never been any bad touching.”I did air quotes around “bad touching.” That made Dad smile a bit. I figured that was some achievement because mostly he was scowling.“You’ve never even made us feel creepy like some girls’ fathers do. Dad! You broke the circle. If it hasn’t happened by now, it isn’t going to happen. You don’t have to worry any longer. You aren’t one of the monsters.”I stepped up to Dad and.