Folks, we have some serious decisions we need to make. I know that we all feel lousy after what we did a couple of nights ago, but, is there anybody h...re who regrets doing it?"Mom started to raise her hand, but then stopped, with a determined look on her face. Everybody else sat there with a kind of dazed expression, as if they didn't know how to answer.I continued with, "Well, I don't regret doing it! It had to be done! Those evil parasites were hurting defenseless people, and most of them had. I was so lost in my thoughts that I was startled by the voice from the door. “Anyone at home?” I suddenly remembered at breakfast Delores had said she’d come over and keep me company. With little baby Ife so young and needing constant attention, she had time on her hands and was glad of the company. He was gurgling away happily to himself as Delores sat next to me, and he gave me a lovely smile that distracted me from my earlier dilemma.“Can I hold him? Would that be okay?”As I cradled him in. He was in the lead headed into the turn, then I lost him. I saw Martine take the baton and I knew it was only seconds until Bo would be yelling for me to GO. I was looking back to see the exchange between Martine and Bo, then Bo was coming at me hard. I started jogging in place - ready to take off when he yelled.Just as he entered the exchange zone, he yelled, ‘GO-GO-GO’, and I was off, with my right arm extended behind me, ready for the baton.I felt the baton hit my fingertips, then slap the. I suppose I was like most girls in discovering the exquisite pleasures my clitty could provide. My fingers and those of my brother had informed me of that very well, and my enjoyment of letting those fingers do the working was fairly unbridled. Along the way I had come to truly appreciate the softer, smoother, effect of tongues and lips on that joybutton too. Oh my, how I loved when my brother would lick his way up my thighs to spend many delightful minutes licking and sucking at my "honeypot".