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“Hey girls!” Sonja and Momo turned to me, just as a stream of sperm shot forth, flying through the air and landing on their faces. They both seemed dumbfounded, unable to process this new event, but after a few seconds, the confusion abated as they remembered seeing people do this on those porn videos. I sat back, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. “Ah, life is good." Now that Chloe and I had made the beast with two backs, things seemed to finally stabilize. While hard to properly hentai describe, Chloe seemed more confident than before, albeit remaining shy and pitiful. It was like… she had finally accepted that this was her home and we were her family, that she wasn’t just a guest or even an intruder. Momo and Sonja had also gotten used to her. In fact, all three had gotten very “used” to each other. I don’t know if they did it out of actual sexual attraction, but the girls had started going down on each other like that morning, especially after I filled one of them up. Momo and Sonja seemed to do it mostly to drink up any semen I had fired, but also out of boredom when we all played BDSM together. If I were having sex with Momo, Sonja would be licking Chloe, and if I were having sex with Sonja, Chloe would go down on Momo. Since Chloe didn’t like the taste of semen, I think she mostly did it as a way to prove herself, to show that she could keep up, and her natural timid nature made her want to please others and make them happy, as well as return the favor. The colors of fall had met their end, the reds, yellows, and oranges replaced with brown and gray, but that meant it was one of my favorite times of year: Thanksgiving. Normally I’d visit my folks for dinner and have someone cat-sit Momo, but this year was different. I called and told them that I had met a girl and she invited me to her parents’ house for dinner and that I’d try to visit them some other time. Now that I had three girls to take care of, the responsibility was on me to prepare dinner. Luckily, I had the Internet for help. Momo and Sonja stared at the frozen turkey with anime mouths watering. Even though it was all wrapped up and turned into a solid block, they knew what it was: meat, countless pounds of glorious meat. I had prepared plenty of chickens before, but they had never seen a bird of this size. Chloe was drawn to the bag of fetish potatoes instead, omnivorous like Momo and Sonja but preferring fruits and vegetables. If only they knew that there was a cake hidden in the fridge… “Master, is something going on?” Sonja asked. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, a special holiday. You celebrate it with a big dinner of turkey and mashed potatoes, so I want the four of us to eat at the table.” “We’re going to eat this whole thing?” Momo gasped. “Well I’m hoping we can get two dinners out of it, but yeah, and I’m going to need your help in getting it ready.” “Yes!” they all cheered. That next day, I made sure to have a light breakfast so I could stuff my face at dinner. Chloe and I cleaned and brined the turkey while I had Momo prepare a woven blanket of bacon to drape over it. I gave the turkey neck to Sonja, telling her to peel off as much flesh as possible to be added to the gravy. Unfortunately, a lot of the work with the turkey was left with Chloe, as I was constantly turning around to stop Momo and Sonja from eating their tasks. Sonja would be standing over the Hardcore sink, gnawing on the turkey neck like a bone from a butcher shop. Momo would be chewing on the bacon strips like lengths of jerky. Towards the middle of the afternoon, I managed to get it into the oven. Next were the potatoes. “Ok, girls, gather around because I’m leaving the mashed potatoes entirely to you.” “You bet dad.” Vlad giggled “Looking good Kayleigh.” But that will be another story! “It wasn't a move I was expecting,” I said as I stared at the cameras. He swallowed. What in the hell was that, I thought to myself? Her breasts jiggled and swayed. Hazel convulsed, her hips impulsively searching for her daughter’s fingers, then fell back onto the BDSM sheets and whimpered. It was more exciting. "I will do better. The merriment fetish on the beach was inviting them to join. “Shut up and suck my cock whore!” He growled, rubbing it against my lips. Hey, stop that! We need you to tell us exactly what happened on that night.” The female detective said softly. Sarah grabbed the ice urn and discarded glasses with Anna’s help. He sat up, rotating his hands and rubbing his wrists, which now had red marks around them. “Of course I'll do it right,” I said, my dick hardening in my hentai boxers. I instinctively sensed that my egg would end up swimming down and implanting itself onto one of his testicles. Then the most wonderful thing happened, Lisa slipped to her knees. The next morning, and only after we'd both brushed our teeth, we showered together once more. Travis was a local cattle farmer and hauled cattle to anime the market for the locals, as a side job. Marie lifted her ass from the counter and let him slide her Hardcore panties off. She rubbed at her hot flesh. But it was a lot more than that. Her cheeks flamed bright. But she doesn't want to 'do it' any more."