<strong>Location:</strong>Large House Party<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1 - Night<br/><br/>Amanda didn't have to wait long before some one else walked into the open door of the bathroom. It was Jamal, one of the linebackers from the football team. He was tall - about 6'3" - with broad shoulders and lots of muscles. He was star on the team, a terror on the field. 240lbs of pure muscle, a tackling machine. He wore jeans that hung around his ass, on the verge of falling off, and a long basketball jersey (the Lakers, with Bryants name on the back). He was certainly a popular guy, especially if the rumors about his schlong were half true.<br/><br/>As he stepped in, a gold chain dangling around his neck, he closed and locked the door. "Hey...you're Janine, right?" He asks, unbuckling the front of his pants, letting them drop around his ankles. "You told me to meet you here earlier, to see if the rumors are true..." He was buzzed, that much was clear. Apparently some girl had wanted him earlier in the night. His boxers quickly followed. "...well, you tell me, are they true?" He finishes, lifting up the bottom of his jersey to reveal his cock. It was soft, flaccid, but was easily probably the biggest cock Amanda would have ever seen.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Family Home - Master Bedroom<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 2 - Morning<br/><br/>Peter slowly woke as Shelby got on the bed beside him. She kissed him softly on the cheek before settling against his side. He felt her leg brushing against his hardness and found that he enjoyed the touch, whether it was intentional or not. "Morning, Shelby." He murmurs, kissing the back of her head. Amanda had been the name his wife - exwife - wanted to call their first daughter. In compromise, Peter had gotten to choose the name of their second daughter. Shelby. After his favorite American car. He even had one he was fixing up parked in the garage. He couldn't wait for the day he could take it for a ride.<br/><br/>This Shelby, however, was made of flesh and blood. "Mhm, Shelb, why don't you get under the covers? They feel so much better, like a caccoon, wrapped around you. I wish I had gone to silk years ago." He murmurs. Silk bedsheets had been a recent thing for him, only a month ago. He enjoyed the feel of it so much that he had only recently started going commando, a fact he seemed to have forgotten by asking his daughter to cuddle with him.