And so she smiled at being called a good cocksucker, happy that she'd pleased him.Kallen was a fraction- an unofficial category in the social hierarch...y.Britannia was a mostly monogamous society, with exceptions made for the powerful. The Emperor, for instance, had ninety-seven wives.Nobles weren't nearly as prolific, but the more powerful men tended to keep harems. It wasn't uncommon for these harems to include 'exotic' women- or in other words, numbers. The children of these couplings were. "You're still going?"DaBigBoom could just about move his arms and legs. He wasn't sure that qualified as still going."How intriguing," Fifi said. Her lips turned up in a wicked smile.DaBigBoom wasn't so sure he liked that smile. He pulled up his knees and started to get back to his feet. He was unsteady, like a punch-drunk boxer in the tenth round.Fifi held her tail in her arms like a rifle again. DaBigBoom liked that even less. The bulbous end swelled up as if inhaling a deep breath and then. But Mum was lying in ambush.“Just when were you going to tell me about these?” she asked, brandishing my race certificates, the insistent tapping of her right foot on the floor a clear signal that I was in deep doo-doo. “I found them in your bag when I was getting your running kit to wash.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t feeling well last night and this morning was a rush. I completely forgot.”Mum tried to give a snort of derision, but it went wrong about half way through and turned into a belly. " Hmmm…I like that. I made love to Rachel in the shower this morning. Did something to both of us. Turned both of us into two horny bitches."Bobby carried me out the open door and down the hallway to the bathroom."The simple truth is that us guys couldn't be happier. Rachel had been driving us crazy with her unbuttoned blouses and short skirts. We were spending all our free time masturbating to keep from shooting our wads in our pants. Well, that's true for Jeff, Pete, and me anyway. As for.