#12027 - Bridget and Gretchen took their mother by the hand, and Maggie let herself be lead by her two daughters to be positioned on her knees & elbows for her third, the giant fake-dick unwieldy bobbing between Eleanor’s legs in counter-tempo to the feminine swish of the girl’s hips. George drank beer, his bald cock fat and exhausted in his lap, and sensed he would be audience again to something among his women; the females spoke only with their eyes and smiles and slight motions and adjustments – to George as well, but becoming increasingly involved and inversely less conscious of his watch. They were home again on break from university, now 19 and sophomores, and nothing had happened, at least as a family, on any of their previous visits since that time two years ago; they’d been regularly doing each other queer in their dorm rooms, but no dick.