"No," I snapped. "I just want to go home." All right, dear," she replied sympathetically.Two hours later, I was feeling almost human again. I had wolf...ed down two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on spongy white bread, comfort food for the young, along with nearly a quart of milk, and I was cocooned on the couch in the family room, a thick quilt wrapped around me. The pain in my arm and my ribs was down to a dull throb, thanks in part to the painkillers I had taken with lunch, and I drowsily. His right hand had left my cheek, and I assumed was tightly holding the base of his beer-can cock. He placed his cock right against my hole, and began to apply pressure.With one last ditch of effort to stop this overwhelming act to take place, I clenched my hole as tight as I possibly could. "C'mon Honey...don't play hard to get. I'm going to get my first taste of ass tonight whether you like it or not," said the giant cock, taunting from behind me.I focused all my energy on staying tight as he. Melody pulled out of her and made Erin lick up her own juices. She then felted the shaft up and made Erin lick her pussy until she came in Erin's mouth. One by one, the girls left until it was just Erin in the showers alone. I grinned and decided to put my plan to dominate and control this slut into motion. I hit record as Erin slowly started turning the water spray on a higher setting. She grabbed more of the liquid soap and started working it into a thick lather. Slowly, she ran her hand up. More giggles followed as we lapped at her armpits, then left moist trails down her ribs, around her thighs and back up to her breasts. Finally, I decided to stand back and watch my wife finish her off.Lying on the bed between Diane's splayed legs, Elise took the fude brush again, and began softly and insistently stroking her pussy. Using brushes has always been my wife's specialty when it came to tickling. She had the patience and timing, and knew just where and how to use them. I remember.