When Chuck and I chat, I sometimes use computer software to explain a word he used. Mother relied on translations from me primarily. The older girls t...racked more than I realized. Gina, well she got the gist of it in English filling in the blanks as I translated. Chuck spoke some in Spanish enough to show he understood the basics. I thought to myself, he knew enough to buy cold beer, get laid, and ask for the toilet, the basics men need.I pulled the cake from the oven and set it aside to cool. It slid easily into her wet pussy. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing but I am pretty sure I was not fooling anyone. I came in a few seconds. It felt like I must have pumped a gallon of spunk up her cunt. I pulled out and stood up. Jason jumped in and took over banging her. But her only lasted a few seconds too. "I think I must be the first woman either of have been with? Am I wrong about that?" She said. Jason and I shrugged our shoulders and then I admitted this was our first time. It was brief, and the message was quite clear, dispelling any doubts I had in her blatant honesty. Semi-educated, and as stubborn as my great grandmother, Anna had literally alienated herself from her family and was learning that life was far more than trend setting attire and Hip Hop musicians. I could feel her desperation as she came from the shower wrapped only in a towel, and knew what she sought even before she vented. After watching Anna devour two man-sized TV dinners, three large. As I pissed in to the glass I looked at Kelly while she was rubbing her pussy under her shirt. Jennifer stared intently at my cock as I filled the glass with my urine. As the glass neared full, I said "Uh oh. I think I have more than this glass can hold." Then Kelly said, "That's OK, I'll take care of it." I grinned at Kelly as she got to her knees in front of me and Jennifer watched every move we made. Just as the glass was about to overflow, I paused my peeing long enough to set the glass.