If he and your bartender agree it’s reasonably accurate, I’ll see you get your money back.” Everyone, including the Sheriff, was stunned at this...announcement. While the others couldn’t believe their ears, Bart was pleased. He knew it wasn’t only the right thing to do, it’d also quickly make him a respected and honored part of their community.One of the men at the bar asked, “Can you show us how they were cheating?”Bart replied, “They were actually cheating in several ways. The most important. ”“Let me talk with your father.” I sighed. I didn’t have the energy to deal with my son, not even enough to hang up. My main reason for this vacation was to escape him.“I’m thinking of you, Mom. I remember how good your hand feels.” He was jacking off in the dark of our backyard. “Tell me something nasty.”“Andrew Muldurhoek,” I cried, tears close. “Let me talk with your father!”“I want you to come back, Mom. I want your hand. I learned some new stuff, and I need to try it all out.” He huffed. “Not for him, certainly. For yourself though and for Sabrina. I know she wouldn’t want you to carry that anger with you. Do it for yourself too because every time you have a negative thought about him, it’s a moment that you could have been focused on happiness.”She thought about that for a little bit and sighed. “How did you get to be so smart?” she asked with a little pride in her voice.“Smart?” I laughed. “I’m dumb as a stump. Sabrina led me around by the nose until she could find someone. Even then George knew it would be an interesting journey. In her late thirties now Angie had a pretty soft face with a mature and voluptuous body.Standing there in a long dress her large drooping breasts could be made out through the fabric, and would be in the fashion of an E-Cup. Like most women that had bore children she had constantly erect eraser sized nipples that poked out through her top. Sure there was some beef around the midriff below her slender waste with an ample bum and thick.