"Moments later, "Sir, I have a listing for a James and Sara Belsen." and she recited that phone number."Son of a bitch," muttered Jack. "The prick is ...arried. He's no better than Karen. Maybe they deserve each other." He thought for a second and then picked up the phone and dialed."Hello," a woman's voice answered after two rings."Hello, is this Mrs. Sara Belsen?" asked Jack, resolve tightening his voice."Yes, it is - who's calling please?" she answered hesitantly."Mrs. Belsen, my name is Jack. Fucking my father for the first time in my clean, spacious and totally impersonal apartment was one thing, fucking him in the bedroom Id grown up in was quite another. As was fucking in the bed he shared with Mom. And the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, his den, his office, the guest rooms, but I digress. Actually have some interesting news for you. My companys making me an offer to get into the lobbying business if I step down as CFO in two months. In other words, Ill be spending. So my wife started to give me a blow job and then at the last possible second she have me nut in this turkey baster looking thing. Everybody was drinking wine which is the only way to get my wife to give blow job is to have her drunk. As things got going my mother inlaw came into the room while my old lady was blowing me. "Wow, you are right, Nick does have a big dick and those are the biggest balls I have ever seen." My mother inlaw stated. "You should take over for Beth, she is having trouble. The brush and washcloth there aided her restoration. She felt surprisingly guilt free. Reappearing, she told the boys she didn’t know what came over her but they sure had let her genie out of the bottle. They laughed, said it was the most amazing night ever and that her genie granted all their wishes. They promised to drive her home after they finished closing down the place, but she asked if they would call her a cab and lend her fare. When the cab arrived they gave her forty dollars. Over.