I did get a couple of blow jobs and a couple of fucks between feedings and diaper changes, but not near as many of either as I would have liked. I did... get to do my favorite part and do a clean up on both Helen's and Sandy's cream pies. Doing it gave me a hard on and then I had the unique experience of two women fighting over who would get it. Sandy won the coin toss and when we were done and I was lying on the bed between the two of them they started talking about who they could bring in next.. Maybe he had been right. Maybe now that I had actually seen it,he would never be a man to me again.We made out for a bit, with both of us nervous to make the first realmove. Finally, he positioned himself over me, in our usual missionaryposition. Only now, this position only served to make it painfullyobvious something was missing.Sure, it felt kind of nice to have his moist softness moved over mygroin, but it also drove home what he had said earlier. Whether Iadmitted it or not, my husband. As she did so, she unconsciously drew her leg up a little more to get her leverage, and with the extra friction, and pressure, I gasped loudly into her mouth in pleasure.Suddenly Sis realized what she was doing to me, as she became aware of my cock sliding on her smooth leg. Grinning, she deliberately stroked her calf along my length a few times, making me squirm and groan. “hmmm… I guess you like my legs, Huh Big Brother,” she said with an evil grin.“I like every part of you,” I said in a. I found my mom and dad with food for me. Brook joined us before anything could be said.“You need to hurry up and eat if we’re going to get out of here in time for your flight,” Lexi said, and then left us alone.Mom stepped over to Brook and took her into her arms. Brook finally broke down and cried. I looked at Dad, and he pointed at the sub sandwich. He was right. I was starving and had to keep my head in the game. It was probably better that Mom handled Brook until I could get through filming.