I looked up to see that Andy and Bitch had stopped to stare. I went to her side and she looked up at me. Her cunt was tight still, wet, warm, pulsing around my cock as I pistoned into her. Seeing them together, it was impossible to miss the family resemblance. When we finally turned into the clothing store, Gail was carrying the bag with the shoe boxes behind her back to hide the wet spot, and both were in as hard a blush as I’d ever seen. “Not you.”
Mike froze, looking rather frightened before kneeling. “I love you!”
She cried, her secret exposed, I could feel the blood from her embarrassment in her face. Gail was chatting quietly while kneeling in the corner with her mother, both naked except for their collars. Giving me a last look, she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over her head, handing it to the clerk. “When do we get a turn?”
“Well, you can’t very well fuck her while she’s making dinner, ass hat,” Steve barked.
