Oh...and the BMW was mine not moms. WOW...I have a Beemer Ithought to myself. Heck of a first car!Mom wasn't kidding about dinner. She said we were me...eting dad at a niceplace uptown at 5 so we'd stop and get my hair and nails done since itwas only 2:30. We were almost late but mom and dad said I lookedwonderful, even with the bandages. From what I saw at the salon, I'dhave to agree. I must admit, once I heal, I'm going to be pretty! Myhair now frames my face, my eyebrows are femininely arched,. There was a late rush so I didn't get done with work until 8:30. I rushed home going twenty miles per hour over the speed limit and flung the door to my house open. “Hello?” I shouted. There was no response. Music seemed to be coming from me and Sinead's room. I rushed over and opened the door. There, sitting on her bed, was Sinead. I have described my sister's beauty previously in the story, but it was nothing compared to the way she now looked. She had her luxurious blonde hair down around. The words came to meand they rang in my head but looking back I can't recall actuallyhearing any of them. I have to be going crazy. I haven't slept in a weekeven if I have been unconscious for part of that time. I haven't eatenat all and I've barely drank anything even water. That I'm losing mymind is the only reasonable explanation left to me. I'm hearing thingsthat can't possibly be there and seeing things that didn't really happenand the truly frightening part is that even as I write this it. "She wants to deep throat you now - get on the table". With that John took off his shirt and then slowly took off his pants. The waistband of his underpants was 4 inches from is waist and his raging hard on was fighting to get out! Off came the underpants and out sprang his giant cock. The girls were speechless with eyes wide open, never leaving his cock!John went on top of the table on his back. I went on top of him on my hands and knees looking right down at his massive tool. I wanted it so.