There was silence on the Brain Bros. front for some weeks.Mary became rather quiet and a bit snappy around this time. Becca asked her if anything was ...wrong."Just the curse," said Mary brushing it off.Becca left it for the time being. Mary had not behaved in the same way a month earlier and her moodiness persisted.Steven had become personally involved in a case and was doing a lot of his own sleuthing. Becca hated it. She did not know what it was about. Steven was rigorous in defending his. Mercy’s other hand shifts, from her side to his balls, squeezing them slightly. She cannot help but imagine the rolling sea of cum ready to pour out like a tsunami. Then a strangled howl bursts from his lips. The lustful alien thrusts again, burying his length down her throat. Eyes wide, Mercy still squeezes at his balls. They tense, the heavy load rushing up his shaft...It spurts out, the howl turning into a series of bestial grunts as Hunk empties his sack down her throat. Mercy climaxes at. He brought his wife Marsha and his personal assistant Ms. Randi Witmore to “round out the table” he said.Surprisingly, the conversation was all over the arena, and almost none was business-related. John talked a lot about the area and golf, Marsha was surprisingly an old car and music buff. Randi was also a music buff, and she liked to run and go camping. I, of course, added my two cents about music and got some rolls tossed at me when I revealed that I like a lot of disco music, but could not. "Push one hand into her cunt at least to the wrist. Make another fist with the other hand and push it into her ass. Once you're there, open your hands and wiggle your fingers"Iris grinned at me and did as she was told. She got her hand in her mother's cunt easily but had to push some to get her hand deeply into her mother's ass. Her mother groaned but didn't awaken yet. When Iris began to move her hands deep in her mother's holes, she woke moaning with arousal and pain. "Push further in." I.