FAMILY MIX-UP

Chapter 8

When Indian John, Linda, and Patti arrived at the room, the bed had been remade with new linen, candles scented the room with fresh air, the funky smell of sex, semen, and fuck-juice had been sanitized.  Indian John and I were old friends, we’d been around the block more than once, so I trusted him explicitly; he was a man of few words.  The girls and he were in synesis and soon, syzygy.  No need for words, the girls stripped and denuded Indian John.  Linda’s scarlet red hair and Patti’s  flaxen hair, were an aphrodisiac to John.  John had a huge twelve inch cock, flaccid.  The girls noticed and treated it accordingly, petted it and snuggled close to it rapturously, licking and sucking on it fastidiously.  “I want to fuck the red head.” Said John.  “You shall,” Said Patti , “but first I got to taste your cock and maybe  fuck it first…”

Indian John was not accustomed to contradiction, he allowed Patti to maul his cock while he kissed and played with Linda’s large breasts.