Rhonda and Tim usually sit quietly while their spouses and their parents passionately agree with each other, citing biblical references from memory as...they expand on each other's ideas and pool their narrow-mindedness. For some reason, on this particular night Tim finds himself not wanting to listen to their diatribe. He excuses himself and steps out onto the deck for some air. Their discussion is so intense; they don't even notice his absence.Standing there, leaning on the railing, Tim sucks. My mom realized something was different and took a step back and released herself from the hug. My mother was looking fucking sexy. My drunk brain was making me horny. She stood there shell shocked with moist eyes. She was even sexy in that expression.My mom was a fat woman with a flawless and fair skin. Though she was 46, she looked like 34. She had very big 38D yet slightly firm boobs while my girlfriend had only 32D. I wanted to squeeze my mother’s milky boobs but my ethical brain didn’t. You find yourself in a large lobby-type area, looking around. There's a few girls milling about in the area who you don't mind seeing, a trio of blondes and a brunette. You have to admit, you don't mind the look of the school uniform on them. You can imagine unbuttoning them, slipping your hand in their shirt, rubbing their smooth skin and massaging their..."Can I help you?" a voice asks, breaking your concentration."Excuse me?" you stutter out, turning to see an elderly looking grandma-type. "Yea I think it is one of these "Baby Greenmail" letter cons I heard about at the legal conference last year." Bruce was looking at the return address on the envelope."Bruce you mean that Hawaii trip with cocktail parties you write off as business trips each year." Well Nick all work and no play make Bruce a dull..."Gina interrupted Bruce. "Try to stay on topic you guys. Bruce what the hell are you talking about Baby Greenmail?"Bruce settled back in his chair before speaking. "Has your son Tony.