There were five of us kids. Three from her first marriage and two from her current marriage. Mom always wanted a girl, so she kept at it until she fin...lly had one.My father, Jan Badzinski Sr., was really nothing more than a sperm donor from my point of view. In my first lifetime I’d never met him. My parents’ divorce was finalized two months after I was born. The man who raised me, and was the person I thought of as my father figure, was my Grandfather Piotr Lapczynski. To me he was the epitome. "I sighed, knowing I had no choice. He quickly shoved down his shorts and grabbed my head. His cock was big, but not quite as big as Gina's. He groaned as I quickly got him erect in my mouth, my tongue working him. Brian gasped as I swallowed his cock down my throat, my chin knocking against his sack. "Holy shit, she taught you well," Brian groaned, gripping my hair. "Yes, I did," came a soft voice. We both turned and saw Gina, slowly stroking her cock while watching us. "I want to know why my. “You're the best, Marna,” she says. “Do you know that?”I nod and kiss her again. This evening, the inner circle of New Polina meets at our HQ, a hollowed-out museum that somehow survived the bombs falling. We stand around an old wooden table, munching on de-radiated meat and taking small sips of water from ceramic mugs.Max, governor of New Polina, speaks first.“Your contributions have all gone a long way,” they say, fiddling with a hair tie. We all know that when Max puts their hair back, it's. Finally, I retrieved my coins, handed my fare to the smiling bus driver and began looking for a seat in the crowded bus.There were no seats available, so a nice young man offered me his seat and assumed a position standing over me. I noticed a cut on the seat and I didn't want the exposed spring to damage my dress, so I lifted the hem of my dress as I sat down. I could feel the cold metal of the spring rubbing against my underwear as the bus drove down the street.The young man kept trying to.