That night was just the first of many such nights, You seemed to spend your life constantly bouncing from me to my father and back again. Days turned into weeks, True to his word my father bought a bigger bad, and each night the three of us retired to it, where the pair of us took you each night, using your holes for our pleasure before falling asleep, leaving you lying between us leaking our spent fluids.
Your life became routine, each morning you would slide beneath the covers, sucking and jacking us until we came, Then you would be dispatched to prepare our breakfast while we showered. After breakfast my father would leave for work and I would bend you over the kitchen table and take whichever hole took my fancy, Before leaving for collage.
We made no attempts to restrain or confine you when we left you alone, Yet something kept you from leaving, as each day we returned to find you slaving over the stove preparing the evening meal….
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