"Oh, pooh! Breasts, indeed. Why don't you just call them mammary glands, for gosh sakes! And you can't be that blind — they're atrocious." Then she ...rowned and said, "Ken, Ginger says my tits are like mounds of whipped cream, with cherries on top — except, she claims, the whipped cream would likely be firmer. What do you think?" Before he could think of a reply she continued, "I think they're more like soft marshmallows, don't you? With little strawberries on top?"Making a face, she concluded,. He's putting one hell of a lot of faith in me. Maybe what we ask for our house is part of the test."Lyla nodded at the contract lying on the coffee table. "And ... he's offering to have us live in one of his houses for up to a year — rent free — while we find our own home in the Saint Louis area. He's even offering tutoring for our kids if we think they need it after having to change school systems."Both had avoided the elephant in the room, but finally, Lyla said, "The salary he listed must be. I guess this is what they call "deep-throating."About five feet in front of me, behind mom, I watched as my dad spit on his dick and Joanna's asshole to lubricate before penetration. She had tears in her eyes; I guess she'd never been butt-fucked before. Sure enough, when dad shoved it in, she yelped and squirmed. But after about ten seconds, she was able to settle down and let dad fuck her. Then, after about three or four minutes, she started to moan and push back on dad. She was getting. God, what a variety, she thinks. Every size, shape, color, flavor, all the bells and whistles one can ever think of. She choses a box of what looks to be relatively normal ones, pays for them and walks out with them in a plain, discreet paper bag.When Alexis gets home, she tells Noah about the purchase and that on Monday afternoon, they will perform the grand experiment."Oh, I can't wait. I've wanted to do this for a long time." Really, just how long?" Oh, since I was about ten." Shit, and I.