”I had decided not to say anything else. It was pretty obvious that she hadn’t been freaked out by catching me doing that, but something deep insi...de me demanded more.“So ... you weren’t weirded out?” I asked.There was a pause, as she actually thought about it.“I wouldn’t quite put it that way,” she said.“But you didn’t hate me,” I suggested, somewhat artlessly.“Of course not,” she said. “You’re a guy. Guys do that. Everybody knows that.”“Oh.” I felt a little let down that I’d been classified as. Hell, she was raised to it.When I rode home it was with a hard dick and my mother and sisters weren't slow to notice. I gave them two good goings over and of course they figured out what had my motor running. As far as they were concerned it was a done deal already and the next morning after breakfast when I went out to tend to business they all retired to the sewing room to devote more time to making sure I had decent sparking clothes.When the sale got off the ground I found out Sam Jamison. I slept in the following morning. Maybe it was the gentle roll of the boat as the waves slowly rocked me. Maybe it was that delicious feeling of laziness that a lack of a schedule induces. Maybe it was not having a care in the world.Maybe it was the dreams of Brandy that kept me in bed. Remembering making love to her on the deck got my cock all excited. Softly stroking myself while those memories drifted around in my head was pure pleasure. The thought of holding her in my arms, feeling the. Then I lay across a pillow on the bed. Phoebe held my ass cheeks open and Paige got the honor of rimming my asshole with her amazing tongue. Every five minutes (I was the timer), they switched. The most amazing trick was when either of the twins inserted her tongue deeply and then twisted their tongue like rotating a key in a lock. Ninety degrees to the left, ninety degrees back. Left and right, left and right. I also loved feeling little hummingbird wingbeats from their tongue tips on.