Fillmore declared. ?That isfinal.? With tears in his eyes, Roger threw himself on his bed and criedhimself to sleep. When he awoke; however, he heard ...his parentstalking. ?Seems my mother is selling her house, hubby. Mybrother's finished the new one but she won?t move until she sellsher old one." ?Mom,? Roger said as he walked out, scratching his hairy, itchybody. ?If I go to work for Uncle Simon, I could take up housepayments the way grandma did with you when you moved here.??You want to move. “I like it when you shave down there,” Pete said quietly. “At least, I like it when I know why you’re doing it and what for.”I smiled back.“It excites me too,” I confessed. “I could keep myself bare all the time if you wanted?”“Let’s save it for special occasions,” he grinned. “Like tonight.”We dressed in near silence, both feeling increasingly anxious as the hands on the bedside clock gradually moved towards the magic hour of nine o’clock. Once dressed, Pete passed me my clothes and jewellery. But itnever feels as nice when you pull out.My orgasm was so intense it almost felt like a small jolt of energyflowed into my cock just as my cum shot out into her mouth. It hadnever felt that way before."Oh my God," I exclaimed.She held still until my orgasm ended, so I thought it must not havebeen that big of a deal after all."You asshole," she said and took a drink of the beer sitting next tothe bed."What's the big deal," I said with a laugh as I stood up and zipped upmy jeans, "I'm sure. Rimmon snorted his "I do."“And do you, Aranel of the Willowtree, swear to endure unimaginable and unending pain? To give birth multiple times a day, even if your half-demon children have to wriggle between your birth canal and their father’s cock to come out? To live on nothing but backwashed cum and shameful orgasms? To be shared between your husband’s friends, should he feel like it sometimes? To feed an entire brood with the milk of your plump, juicy tits...“OK, we get it...” Aranel.