I called Sandra's cell number. She answered and said this wasn't a good time and she would call me back. I yelled at her, "Give me the number for the ...an who is watching me. There's a problem."There was a pause, and then she gave me the number. I told her, "Call him to expect my call." The answer I received was, "Okay."I waited a few minutes before I called. I said, "This is Chuck Miller, the guy you're watching," when there was a grunt on the other end. "I want you to slowly turn in your seat. ..lol. There are quite a few guys she works with that would love to get with her, I'm pretty sure , by the way they talk to her. She enjoys flirting too. One guy in particular really wanted to fuck her bad, so I had a about 6 beers in me and started to talk to him. The place she works at is a restaurant and it has suites there too. So after we get drunk we can have a room half price to sleep in so we don't have to drive home plastered. the party was winding down and my wife was totally. .. Mitchell? Cam? Even in her logic-deficient dream state, somehow that felt weird to contemplate including her openly gay brother and his pudgy, very flamboyantly gay husband in the action. Then again, images of Phil taking Cam’s cock in his mouth and Mitchell’s up his ass while wearing a sundress were certainly entertaining enough. Just as jarring were her images of Dylan banging her pussy while Dad took her ass and Phil’s father, Frank Dunphy, plundered her mouth. Dylan, really? That was the. It’ll need more a little more time.” “That’s it!” I exclaimed, “you two are driving me crazy, I’m off to do some creative writing.” I grabbed a notepad and went up to the cockpit to document the dreams that were about to get fulfilled. Anya said she’d go windsurfing and told me I had an hour to be Shakespeare. Tatiana grabbed her book, spread a towel on the foredeck and worked on her overall tan. I started by defining an outline that would involve all sorts of debauchery culminating in a single.