They were called Rose, Iris, Daisy, and Petunia. The girls were all happy with their names except for Petunia who insisted on being called "Pet" sayin...g her name was too long for people to say.When Maggie came along her mother named her after her aunt Maggie who was sort of a "black sheep" in the family and was always traveling to strange places. She had never seen her aunt Maggie but was told she was a fun person and nice to be around. Maggie was determined to be the very best of girls and did. “I really don’t need a bachelor party, need to save all my strength for Wednesday night.” Four beautiful women giggle hysterically at my comment.Morgan responses. “Don’t worry daddy were not going to hurt you, much. You may not be able to get out of bed the next day but you’ll live.” “Morgan love, I don’t intend get out of bed a week or two longer than it takes to eat something.” I’m grinning devilishly as I say this.Little Bobby says. “That’s a great idea one two week orgy all the pussy you. I was encouraging him by wrapping one arm around his neck to bring him closer and also to slow down his pace so that l could linger in this erotic moment. As his kisses neared my pubic portion, my legs involuntarily parted wide to give him easy access to my pubic mound. His lips came to my vagina and pulled my curly pubic hair with his teeth. I had shaved my pubic hair 10 days back.His tongue snaked in & out of my vagina and teeth was nibbling my clitoris. All this was too much for my sensitive. ’ There it was, my chance to say some clever line to get her to laugh, to get her to flirt with me. It had taken me months of sitting on the same train with her night after night to even get up the courage to sit next to her, let alone, try something. ‘Maybe I am.’ and I winked at her. Man, that was lame, I thought to myself. She looked at my quizzically, ‘Such as?’ Damn! I didn’t actually have a good line for that reply. ‘I just thought maybe I’d lie on you for a change.’ She balked, raised.