"Yeah. You're going to tell me you're lovers, right?" Jesus! How the hell did you guess?"So I told her about coming home early that day and walking in... on them in the living room."Holy shit! And you never said one word to me about that? Wow." She rolled over and up onto her elbow and leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You're really cool with that?" Heck, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"She looked at me speculatively. Then shrugged. "I don't know, I kind of expected you to go all weird about. The younger children went to sleep after eating that much, but most of the family trooped into the bedroom for Tricia's ceremonial deflowering.Tricia, too, had long since lost her hymen, so that was not a problem. Mary had regaled Tricia with the details of her experience and how much she had enjoyed every step of the way, so Tricia wanted exactly the same things done to and for her. That's how the event became ceremonial.Tricia was not quite as tall as Mary, so there had to be a slight. I run the cold metal up and down your chest, not letting it cut you. I look into your eyes and wink at you; I run the scissors down your chest, hard, causing it to bleed. Not too deep, but enough to make me want to hurt you more and more. I lean forward and lick the blood off of your chest, eager to taste more and more of you. I take the scissors to your throat and run it across tenderly, you gasp and, taking the scissors away I slap you, hard. You will be quiet sweetie; I don’t want to. “I hate the taste of rubber,” Lisa explained as she took Dave’s cock in hand. Karen laughed, then gasped as Jeremy began hammering her pussy once more with rapid deep thrusts. Lisa stroked Dave’s thick pulsing cock but leaned to Karen. Their lips met in a blazing kiss. Those soft succulent and fleshy pillows melded to hers and their tongues entangled in a sultry, wicked dance. Karen fluttered her eyes shut and absorbed the moist warm of her friend’s mouth with wanton eagerness. It felt to good.