It was day time, but that didn't mean something bad could still happen. I was lost in the middle of nowhere running low on gas, I didn't want to risk ...going further and completely running out, so I decided to find the nearest help I could. To my right, I saw a big mansion that was resting on the grassy plain. It was old looking and gave me an eerie feeling, not something I'd likely want to mess with. Since I did however need help, I decided to take my chances and pulled over to the side. I got. ”Gem smiled at me and said, “Daddy, don’t get mad, but I want to talk about when Sherry and Brandy are fourteen. Daddy you’ll be 83, and by that time, I think Jana and I will be the only girls you’ll be able to love on a regular basis by that time. What would you think of making little boys this time so you can teach your daughters how, and the boys can be their human dildos while their hormones are out of control?”“What do you think about that Jana?” I asked.“Well it was kind of my idea to. The story is the sole property of the writer and may not be used without permission from the Author. Again I have to admit the invaluable help I have received from my voluntary editor Yellow Peril. His help is very gratefully acknowledged and valued, he made the one part really hum. Jake and Pat have been a joy to the writer but this is the final chapter (Of this story anyway) Thanks for the comments, I hope that I have written a story that some people can maybe relate to and like Jake When Pat. .. I mean use his tongue and all. That is, if he’s really good.”Taken aback by the request, Emily playfully declares in a condescending voice, “Ohhh, now look who’s the perv!”“Well, at least, I’m not related to him.” Stacy counters back.“Oh shut up! You know we’re not blood-related.”Pressing her advantage, Stacy smugly responds, “Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s still your brother.”Emily, turning half away, starts to lift her nose up in the air, and with an uppity voice, “Well!” She exclaims, like.