CHAPTER TWELVE
So that was Saturday night. And Sunday morning, too. For three-fourths of the McLean family. All love and excitement and touching and kissing and rubbing together.
And young Junie, who thought rather fearfully at one point that he might not be able to take care of two f**k-hungry females, realized that their woman-to-woman love, their seemingly insatiable desire to suck and be sucked, not only relieved part of his imaginary "burden," it also kept him steamed up and ready. He even sucked one of those tempting cunts himself, while his fingers played in the wet lips of the other.
For the other fourth, it was not so cozy. Curly could live in his hideaway room at the shop. The couch opened to make a comfortable bed. The restaurant where he often ate an early breakfast was a tw
