“Brilliance. Incredible fashion sense. Being a leader of women.”“A leader of women? You're not even leader of our sorority.”“Yet” she resp...onded dryly as she thumbed around on her phone.A couple minutes later the first batch of pancakes was done. Sasha brought them to the table on a plate and motioned for them to dig in.“Enjoy!”Zack didn't hesitate, gathering a few of the pancakes on his plate and drowning them in maple syrup before chowing down. He was at least as hungry as Rebecca, having. I scream out which earns me a hard slap across my cheek from the owner of the cock which is then forced between my lips. My bratty side considers biting down for just a moment but I hold back and begin moving my lips up and down the shaft in rhythm with the cock sawing frantically in and out of my pussy.Third guy, the one who just minutes ago soiled the scratches on my back with his seed was watching and rubbing his cock back into action. He was only semi-hard when I heard him say something to. “For now it is. It’ll get ugly this afternoon. Don’s calling the attorneys from the Lucky Jim Trust,” I whispered back.Despite the bullshit, and despite my annoyance with the constant interruptions in my personal life, I felt better after the service. Outside, I kissed each of my wives and significant others goodbye, walked to the secluded copse of trees close to church, and climbed aboard my cloaked grav sled.After zipping home, I donned my battle gear. Then I went to check on the progress of. Cynthia sent the girls back outside to play and then helped me clean off the table. I loaded the dishwasher and turned it on.I said, “Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?”Cynthia just smiled. Apparently she could read my mind. She said, “Yes! They are real! I’ll let you see them, touch them, and I’ll even let you suck on my nipples if you want too! All guys want to try them out for themselves!”I said, “May I? Really!”Cynthia said, “Yes of course! Your bedroom or mine?”I smiled and.