Something was wrong with him. And I finally figured it out. He was my top conservative friend who did his first masturbation session to a pair of fake... tits yesterday. “Is it about her fake melons?” “No!” His answer was short. But after few seconds he said: “They are not so fake, don’t you think so?” “They are totally fake, it is so obvious! And as I told you they are not full with milk, believe me!” At very that moment I understood that he looked for my approval to masturbate to her. He didn’t. I will admit at first I was hesitant. I mean such rough, fast sex was something I was not used to and I had some doubts about actually deriving pleasure from it, but these worries vanished after only a few 'sessions'.Within a few weeks I started looking forward to my nightly romp. I would be practically bouncing, giddy with the idea of getting upstairs for another furious attack of my pleasure center.This was when the hate set in. I realized that the experiment was proving successful and I was. The room was apparently used as a place for workers to eat their meals, since it was littered with food wrappers, empty plastic bottles, and other debris.When the door closed behind them, one of the pale skinned runts asked, “Are you two sisters?”Celeste responded, “No, we’re mother and daughter.”Startled by that news, the kid said, with a pasty grin, “You’re shitting me. Jesus, which one of you is the mother?”“I am,” Celeste confirmed.The incredulous youth looked down at the two beautiful. I know Dad was guilty afterwards, and he was usually pissed when he did it, but he wasn’t a craftsman. Why did you let him do it?”“Can’t you guess?”Candice sat still for a moment, then looked up to lock eyes with Rhona.“I could never be sure. Sometimes I thought it was to stop him doing it to me, and sometimes I thought it might be because you liked it, or maybe he was a drunken sadist, no more no less.”“Clever answer, though, possibly hedging your bets,” Rhona said. “What time is Andy due.