“Where would Sasha go?” I wondered aloud to myself. “So what now?”
No one answered. A few moments later Samantha joined us, now properly dressed in a shirt and jeans. “Why don’t you get back here and show me how well your practiced mouth can work a vulva.”
“What’s a vulva?” Jackie asked with naive curiosity. No one spoke for a moment, then Sam asked the big question. “After Mom became pregnant with me she was cured because of my blood inside her, but she still loved my father, even though he was totally evil. “What?” the half-naked older woman demanded. “Now how are we going to do it?” she asked and I honestly had no clue how we were going to do that. “Fuck!” I again growled at myself as I sat down on the toilet and carefully pushed my prick down to piss my stupid morning wood away. “I’m no fuck-zombie for him,” Samantha spoke up defiantly, then softened her tone as she looked back at me with a sly smile.
