”“Good, good,” he said. “Let your mom know, it's okay if Georgia spends the night.”I smiled. He would never let his daughter spend the night...if he knew that my mother had already turned that good girl into a whore. My clit throbbed to turn into a futa-cock. I don't know why the demon chose me, but I was glad she did.You were masturbating in the right church bathroom at the right time, I thought. No, that was the demon. Had to have that extra bit of transgression to let me break free and spurt. Cheek bulging with one cock, spunk bubbled onto a cheekbone. Annie just moaned, bucking her hips, Janine’s tongue slithering, making sparks fly from her clit. In no time she was climaxing, screaming out loud as the cream from three stiff cocks splattered onto her face.She was dragged off the table onto the floor on her knees. “Tilt your head back, dear,” Ms Pickawilly told her. Annie did as she was told, thoroughly exhausted as the last men with standing cocks shot their loads over a cheek. I got the look from Mabel, so I stayed for a few more minutes and then excused myself to head to the room. I walked into the room and no one was there. The door to the bedroom was closed so I went and opened it. There on one side of the bed were the three of them.Heads down, legs folded under their bodies and asses sticking out. They had worked this out between themselves and there was no doubt how they wanted the evening to start. I had thought about what I would do when it finally came time.. Wanting you forever, til the very endMy love for you can’t be wrongStill wanting you - wanting you -Always wanting you - wanting youThey were still standing and applauding when I stared playing my next number... I can’t stop loving you ©1957 Don GibsonI can’t stop loving youSo I’ve made up my mindTo live in memoryOf such an old lonesome timeI can’t stop wanting youIt’s useless to saySo I’ll just live my lifeIn dreams of yesterday.Those happy hoursThat we once knewThough long ago,They still make.