Brett’s prick was a nice size, too – a solid 8” – and he was very good at using it. But Trey’s was slightly bigger and thicker, so I was cap...tivated with it every time I saw it. Inevitably he’d eventually get hard as I fondled him, and then I’d give him a blowjob, or we’d have a quick fuck by the pool, in the kitchen, or on the sofa…..wherever we happened to be when he got his boner.As mentioned in a previous story, I had also been fucking Carl, who was Brett’s and Trey’s father, whenever we. ’ ‘Then fuck less.’ Miranda wasn’t even willing to dignify that with an answer but, for a moment, Grey’s face lost its usual expression of disdain and anger into something resembling thoughtfulness. ‘Chronic fatigue then, is it Binty? How long?’ ‘I don’t know, since I was ten or so.’ ‘Yeah? And what’d the family crow have to say?’ Another confused look from the girl. ‘The soddin’ doctor.’ ‘They don’t know what it is.’ The look of disdain returned to his features along with anger, ‘Bloody. It's just a blow job; an anonymous blow job at a glory hole. He's nice. He's clean! There's no strings attached. It's just sex." You said that already," Melanie replied at last."There's no money involved; no games; no nothing but an orgasm. Okay?" Something you need. Something I can't give you any more, in other words," she said.I didn't reply."Well, then, go. I understand the need. I do. And," she began, and then paused, "I'm glad it's not with another woman. I was sure it was! I was sure it. She's nothing to me." You are so mean. Annie, help me with this girl."Sissy pulled enough dignity together to say, "That's no girl. She's a whore in a whorehouse. I know her. She's no good. Don't waist your time." She's in trouble and needs our help. Annie, take her arm and help me move her to the bed." Me help Jessie," the two-year-old proudly said. "I good sister." Yes you are sweetie. I want you to stay over here with me."Annie looked at Sissy, stuck out her tongue and turned to her big.