Then I saw my sweet innocent looking Emily and my best friend Homer Carville standing next to each other. She had been crying and he was consoling her...by rubbing her shapely ass. Oh but she does like to be consoled in such a way."Oh shit." I moaned. "What the hell happened?" Then I looked and saw that low IQ retarded Gomer, who happens to be Homer's younger brother and remembered what happened."You brain dead son of a bitch, Gomer Carville, why in the hell did you point a gun at me when I was. It was bigger than Brian's from the night before! Not only was it longer but it was thick! My mom stroked it and then licked the tip."Mmm! Tasty! I love a big dick and you have a whooper!" She said as she wrapped her lips and started pumping on his cock.She could barely get half of it in her mouth so she pumped with her hand and her mouth. I could hear the wet slurping sounds as she started fingering her clit."Fuck Barb you suck great but I want stick this cock in your pussy! I want it now!" He. I sat up and said, “I don’t want to have him in here, last time he was in here it was hell. How long till his bed comes?” Sheila put on her one of a kind ‘please, just do it, please’ look and said “That was when you guys were younger, you guys are older now, and the bed will be here in a week or two” I hated the thought of sharing a room with him again for two weeks, “Can’t he go on the couch or in Kyra’s room, or at the least, in a cage?” I grumbled, still trying to fight back, knowing I. "What are the conditions?" First of all, you yourself are going to put up the capital for the gaming license, as a sign of your goodwill. All twenty thousand dollars." He gulped"Done." Second, you will provide the Scarlatti family with political protection, in case anything should ever go wrong. You know our president Kennedy is quite concerned with organized crime." Alright, it's agreed." And, third of all, you will redeem yourself, for the insult you've inflicted upon me. I know perfectly.