.TONY: I suppose I am. It was almost a game when Dumpling and I started talking with a real vocabulary instead of grunts. It's her fault. She's got a ...vocabulary like you wouldn't believe. She made me use mine. We'd sit in the loft and I'd say, "Shit!" and she'd say, "What does that mean, Tony?" Of course, it wasn't enough to give a definition and say "excrement." She wanted to know what I meant when I said it. It didn't stop me from using common swear words, but when I was talking to her, she. Fighting to stay alert, she heard Alain laughing gently from above. “Jesus, you were totally right, Gabs. She’s a real submissive slut, just like Mom.” All three siblings laughed together as Alain dropped down at her other side and took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Suzanne was still unable to say a word, her world taken up almost completely by the exquisite pain, the alternating pinches and pulls the twins were subjecting her nipples to and the rush of questions in her. Cole went back to sleep thinking about how good that tit felt.Cole woke at five A.M. his usual time to get up, he knew it was Saturday and he could sleep late if he wanted. Cole slipped into his pants a flannel shirt and a pair of western boots. He put the coffee pot on and got the morning news on the tube.A disorganized weather front west of Birmingham last night had made up it's mind. It was a full blown winter storm now. There was already an accumulation of ice and sleet and roads were being. "I think it's time to let her feed." John would have been more concerned by her words had his brain not been suspended in a thick fog of pleasure. Daphne looked at his empty, blissed-out state and tutted."First we should clear your head a little."She rested a palm on John's forehead. He felt a sudden hot flash and the clouds obscuring his mind were blown aside."Wha-ha?" John said. He felt like he'd just woken up from a pleasant dream."Too much pheromone," Daphne said.She lay next to John and.