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You walk across the way, carrying your pants and the twins' panties. Your dick freely flopping in the wind. Old Mrs. Hennessy is gone, most likely being sucked and fucked by her husband and/or Laura Lee or Linda Lou. Whoever it was. You could vaguely see the activity in the Andrews bedroom. You'll await the video for that.

The sun has set and the street lamps turn on. Inside your home, Julie must be awake and in the kitchen. The door's unlocked, so you walk right in, tossing the clothes onto the hallway table.

You smell noodles. You walk into the kitchen, where your daughter, naked as the day she was born, is cooking up some hamburger helper. "You should wear an apron," you say as you cup her breast and snatch, sniffing her hair and neck.

"I'm fine. I thought we could relax for an hour or two after what you did to the twins. Plus, you haven't eaten since this morning."

She feels your half-chub and turns around with a big smile on her face. "Did you want to fuck now?"

"We can hold off. Mandy should be here soon. And I was thinking of calling in a pizza."

"But the hamburger helper..."

"Just for Mandy. Plus, there's this pizza girl that was rude to me last week. I was hoping to tie her up and fuck her ass."

Julie nodded nicely at this suggestion, not alarmed or concerned in the slightest. "I thought Mrs. Andrews has a conference down south?"

"She did, but I called her up here to fuck me."

Just then, the doorbell rang. "Speak of the devil..."

Julie and you stood up and walked to the door. "Oh," you said. It was your ex-wife, or soon-to-be ex-wife, Casse, and her boyfriend Frank.

She looked you two naked lovebirds over. "Jesus, John, clean the grass off your ass before you wander around buck naked."

Frank nodded at you and Julie, meekly following Cassie into the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"

"I called you a half-dozen times. I wanted to make sure you didn't fuck our daughter senseless, but I see I'm too late. I just hope you were gentle."

Julie interrupted. "I invited her, dad. I thought she could help with me fucking you, since she did it so many times before."

You give your daughter a quick peck, and begin rubbing her breast. Frank and Cassie don't seem to react much.

"I don't have a problem fucking you, John. I know I said I did before, but that was prior to your syndrome."

"Well, I guess Frank can sleep on the couch and we'll have to figure something out for you."

"Won't I just sleep in our bed?"

"Well, there's Mandy and Julie and probably the pizza girl and I was thinking..."

"Jesus Christ. It hasn't been seven hours and you're already fucking half the town. I bet you aren't waiting every three hours for a fuck." She had you there.

But this conversation was interrupted by a knock. "That must be Mandy."

The one-time love of your life. The most beautiful girl in high school. She was sweet, she was kind, and she has only gotten more beautiful in her late 30s. You opened the door and smiled deeply at the girl you once asked to the0 spring formal.

She smiled back in her sharp-pressed business suit. "John, I-" That's when you grabbed her by the throat.

Violently, you led her to the center of the cul de dac. Six houses, Doe, Hennessy, Wilson, Andrews, Abagnale, and Logan, all loomed over as you stood there holding Amanda Mae Andrews neé Jones by her throat. You yelled at the top of your lungs to all who could see. "I am going to throat-fuck Mandy Jones! Right here, right now!"

You pushed her down violently on her knees and she fumbled clumsily for your cock. You gave her no reprieve, grabbing her head and jamming yourself into it. It was not an easy fit. You were very erect and she began **** immediately.

You pulled out and she threw up a little on the ground. When she was done, you grabbed her again and did it again. She was ready this time, and actually took the lead in sucking.

Her daughter, Ted, and Laura Lee, had concerned looks at their bedroom window. The Wilson boys and Abagnales were filming you, and cheering you on. Mrs. Logan was still sitting on her porch, somewhat alarmed, but smiled politely when you looked at her.

You stared daggers at Mrs. Logan as you came into Mandy's mouth. You held Mandy tight until you were sure she had swallowed your cum.

Coughing and lying on the pavement, Mandy asked how long she would be staying at your house.

"Well, it's a lifelong disease, so it could be awhile," you state plainly.

Downtrodden for a moment, she looks up at you and smiles widely, exposing a cut on her lip that has begun bleeding heavily. You give her half a smirk back. Then you grab her by her hair and drag her to your home.