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Standing in a puddle of someone else's used dinner is over the top amateur gross. I nearly lost my lunch before I got my gag reflex under control. "Clean up on Aisle Five," I yelled out, as I helped Darlene to her feet. Sheila's expression was halfway between annoyed and amused. "We'll start the meeting as soon as Hardcore we've gotten these gals cleaned up and into bed," she said. Twenty minutes later I took a seat next to Alice and her daughter. The meeting of the sisterhood was finally, almost about ready to start. The woolen shirt I was wearing gave me the comfortable illusion of being dressed even though it was open. It covered none of my vital parts. Alice leaned over and murmured in my ear, "Is it true you spent the night in Sheila's bed?" "We kept each other company last night," I sipped my coffee. "Very interesting; will you keep me company tonight if I ask nicely?" Alice gave me a sexy smile as she touched her hand to my thigh and gently caressed my bare leg. "Mom!" her daughter protested as she watched her mother's attempt to seduce me. "Shush, little one. You'll have your turn after I check him out," her mother said. The touch of Alice's sweating hand stroking my skin in close proximity to my genitals was enough to attract my libido's attention, and I could sense myself responding to Alice's invitation. Part of me was amused at the turnabout in my love life since I arrived in the Society. I had always played the part of the seducer prior to my visit to the Society of Sisters. With the tables turned, I was now the target for seduction. The new state of affairs perfectly fit with my passive/aggressive approach to sex. I had always been the sexual aggressor early on, usually indian with mixed, mostly miserable, results in my younger days. My advances ended in failure more often than I cared to admit. "Your place or mine?" I smiled at Alice, as I moved her hand to the relative safety of my knee. I didn't want to sprout another public display in front of so many naked women. Sara .. “Oh, no,” I gasped, panic swirling through me. I struggled to breathe even though I was gasping in air. "As long as I can remember," He replied. My head tossed from side to side, the bliss rippling through my flesh. She slipped her tongue into him, searching, prodding, and yearning for more. She moaned and growled in frustration as I forced her into slow stroking. “It's always better to knock," Deana said. “King Njam is really your cousin?” I asked. The only shame about it was that I barely got to enjoy it before she left. Why did my parents name me Salome? Thankfully their bitch officers were more realistic and would surrender once their men were dead. “Oh I can get it back before she looks besides you dad is here so she does not need these things. Fucking fuck me!” Cried Grace, eager now to get it over with. Once again I was being tugged around as we walk through the mall, every now and she would stop in front of a shop until we finally arrive at a store that caught her eye. “Oh, Princess,” she moaned, hauling up her skirt so she could watch me devour her snatch. She had heard Kim ask her if she was amateur and heard Cindy say she was, but now she knew for sure. She works as an interior designer just to get rid of her boring life as they already had enough money and was pretty well off. She eagerly spreads her legs as my cock indian pushes into her once more. Dad-ddy!” she cried out as her head and back continued to arch, “Daddy’s fucking... his baby girl’s pussy... with his big cock!” We munched on crackers and dry cereal as we played, as I didn't keep junk food in the house. Back when they first got back, Ethan made the trek to Hardcore Heather’s every night, then on the weekend, Heather came and stayed with Ethan, at his house. “That sounds like something a liar would say.” I grinned on her lips, then pressed mine to hers. They bent over, hips and shoulders touching as they pressed their chests into the bed and stuck their asses into the air.