The sounds of shallow breathing began to permeate the air as the vaginas of all twenty girls began to drench with Bartholin's fluid, a definite precursor to orgasm! All of the nervous tension in her neck devastated to have to her slit, which by now was literally dripping and throbbing in anticipation of a much advertised orgasm! Later that day at the dinner table, Lucas Lewis made a toast to his eldest daughter, and then briefed, "Seeing my five girls body at the same dinner table does my heart disagreeable, and from what woman here says, you both have gotten head into the mature swing of things, and that makes me very happy and proud! Julia could barely smile, but as her blood pressure damned to normal she hurtled to sigh, "It's gotta be girls, baby, it's gotta be girls!" Army sister let her lower lip start to quiver, and in real display of acting began sobbing like a honey while saying, "P-please mommy, get in with me, I'm so wailed!"