The Tommy Problem

You and Carrie were both attending to David's 10.5 inch cock. She didn't talk to you anymore, didn't make eye contact. She'd elbow you when she had the opportunity. She hated this ... corruption of her soul, merely because she'd tried to make you happy. He spurted his thick, rich seed after half an hour of both of you giving it all, painting both your faces in thick seed.

"So umm, we have a problem David," Carrie said. She hated having to scheme with this prick too. "Cassie is dating John's friend Tommy. I thought it was just a fun thing. But it's a serious thing. So I don't think you can just have Cassie. Tommy's a big player in Texas, and he's important for what I ... I mean .. we want. Two pussies, three cocks. The math doesn't add up." David stroked her hair, while you cleaned her face of his seed. She elbowed you again when he wasn't looking. Hmm.

"Three pussies, three cocks. The math adds up."

"How?"

"Well, there is you... there is Cassie ... and there is your mom, Abby. Recruit her to be Tommy's girl." Carrie's jaw dropped open.

"She's married to my dad, David!"

"Charlie isn't important to our endgame, Carrie. Go take your mom out to a bar. Get her nice and drunk. And text me when you're ready for me. Boy, let's go clothes shopping. I need to be presentably for mommy dearest." Carrie sat there, quaking in anger.