We could beat her blindfolded. She hasn't gotten par on her first five holes. Come on, don't you want your cock sucked by a hot bitch like that?" Sure... but I also really do not want to suck your cock, so you better be sure we can beat her." Piece of cake."They turned to Abby, "You're on." "Okay, give my fiance your car keys and let's get started." she instructed."Wait. Why do we have to give you our car keys?" they asked."Insurance. If I win, I want to be sure I get to watch you pencil pricks. At that little get together I had documented, thirty two children who were not related to the person they called dad; that included grandpa's seven girls. There were probably more when the other family members started doing their own DNA based on the information I gave them.It started a little less than a year before with my being downstairs in the basement when my wife and her sisters came over to talk, as they frequently did. My car was not there, I had left it to have new tires installed and. -Just checking if you still can make it this time.And then everyone cracked up. What an ass. I only now understood why he rented a horror movie. All his friends know about my mishap or at least what my brother thinks happened at night. I was so pissed at him, well at least my brain was. My body on the other hand was about to drown in what was going on in my panties, and it was far from being piss. Although, I am lucky he didn’t feel my moisture that would have created another laughing. He was eating the sandwich and drinking a diet soda while at the same time he was studying the bartender. He laughingly thought some people would call this multi-tasking.The bartender was about five feet seven inches tall with dark brown hair that probably came down to just past her shoulders but now was up in ponytail. While he was impressed by how her bottom looked, he had to admit that her ample breasts were also an eye-catcher. A few freckles on a pretty face gave her an All-American girl.