"No" she croaked in despair."Good Doggy." I suggested.She began to lap it up like a dog.I checked her out, the rash round her ass and cunt from the am...monia where she had shit herself was almost gone, but her ribs were now visible, and her tits had shrunk even further.I eased her lower lips apart as she continued to lap at the water bowl, she was dry, and squirmed away from me as I probed her, but not so far as to stop lapping at the bowl, I toyed with the idea of chopping her lower legs below. " We all thought you two were inseparable too." We are. I didn't say we ever stopped being inseparable, only that Joyce had stopped believing that we were. Connections weaken when they aren't tied firmly to each end. All our family's connections were weakened while I was sick. I wanted to reconnect, but there's another part of me that objects to making all the connections firm again. I'm not strong enough yet to make these connections again if I'm alone. With Joyce, I think I'm strong enough,. The bump, the marvelous long bump, was pleasing him in ways now that he could never have imagined. Tom sat back on the rod and began to bounce up and down on it. He had never felt anything so good before. And the feelings were increasing too. Growing more and more intense...more and more. Tom bounced harder up and down on the rod, the thought of its oddity gone in the pleasure of the moment. Up and down, in and out. The building grew, and grew until he screamed in ecstasy. Inner muscles clamped. She was so close to Emily that the backs of my hands brushed against her nipples as well. I pulled Emily toward us, pressing her wet breasts against my wife's chest. I could feel their nipples rubbing together. My wife leaned in further and kissed Emily deeply.Under water I could feel hands on my thighs and cock. I reached up and squeezed Emily's tits gently. Then, feeling suddenly bold, I took Stephen's hands and put them on my wife's tits. We played with their nipples while they kissed and.