I wanted to know which hole they fucked her in and if their cocks pleased her. I told her that I didn’t want to find any more Kleenex in her panties... either, I wanted her cum soaked panties to be displayed on the dinning room table every night while we ate dinner. She was also not to wear any pants at all anymore and no long dresses either. I wanted all of her men to have easy access to her pussy. She said that her boss had told her that for years too. She smiled and said that he also wanted her. As it turns out, though, I was.When I told them about the DVD, and about what I'd been seeing ever since, they both laughed. Heartily. Dismissively. Then accused me of trying to put something over on them.But when they saw I wasn't k**ding, the laughter turned to concern.At first, it was faint concern. But especially when my story hadn't changed a day later, Dom in particular seemed truly worried about me.On a certain level that seemed like further evidence of my insanity. But as much as I. All four girls were aware that the penis, buried deep in their friend, was in the act of spurting, and they knew, academically, what the fluid spurting from it was intended to do.It was intended to make babies.Suddenly, it wasn't a game any longer. Suddenly, it was serious."Judith! No!" yelled Janice, who reached for her friend to try to pull her off the thing that might be making her pregnant.That reaction might have been because her uncle, while more than willing to plumb her depths, had been. “Stop!” I say. She stops in mid-movement. “That’s how I want you until you get home. Tits hanging out, cum dripping from your face.” “No way!” “Then you can walk.” Rain falling, pouring down, hard, cold drops, washing some of the spunk from her face anyway. “You really are the most disgusting fucking pervert I’ve ever met!” But she does as I demand. Back in car, engine on. Rain hammering on roof. Windscreen wipers on. Foot on accelerator, pulling away. Silence in car, hurtling through.