She ripped her mouth away from Sara's lips to moan, “Jenny, yes, yes!”“I'm cumming so hard, too!” Sara moaned.“Flood your sisters!” hissed...the dean. “Make sure you pump Sara's cunt full of enough cum for me to enjoy.”“Yes, Dean Washington!” I howled as I slammed back into my sister's pussy.I erupted into Tara.My cum fired out of me. I shuddered, my pussy convulsing wildly. The ecstasy slammed through my body. An incestuous rush that came from fucking my older sisters. I whimpered, counting the. Anne came in, and she closed the door. In the years she had known her, Anne had almost never been in her room, and never before in this one.“I came to say goodbye,” Anne said. “I shall miss you, and tomorrow will be hectic.“I shall miss you, as well.” And she would miss the benefits of being employed. “There is after dinner, you know.”“That is reserved for Mother. We shall have a talk. ‘Anne, when Lord James comes into your bed, he will put his cock into your quim.’ ‘Oh, Mother, will that. Anyway, I preserved the win for Shiggie and, statistically, got one of those "holds" -- a gimmicky statistical category that the Elias Sports Bureau passes out like Good Conduct Medals.With all the excitement, the question of whether I was boffing Paul Warren's barely legal daughter just never came up.Maria and I became the soul of discretion after that. My apartment wasn't a high-risk area, because there weren't any other players living on the premises, and my public image was still pretty. “Please, Abby, all I ask for is one more day, just one more day.”“What will one more day do for you?” The nurse questioned.“At the end of tomorrow, I’ll ask her again for one more day. I’ll ask her that every day for the next seventy-five years or more,” Brad said wiping away the start of more tears.“Are you two married?” She asked despite their young age.“No, but right now I sure wish we were. I’d do anything, give anything for my Abby to live,” he pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks.Brad.