. don’t you think?”Rainie was talking. Or, was it, Blaney? I can’t remember all these new names. Half of them don’t even sound like girls' nam...s anymore. Maybe if I dated people my age with normal names I could remember them. But a lot of girls out there want a Daddy, so—“Like, are you even listening?”“I’m sorry, babygirl. What was that? I was daydreaming about you.”“Lolz, yeah right! Wait, are you… crying?”I wiped my eyes. Did she actually say “lolz”? She talked in textspeak. She was/is. We want to see you, of course. Come for dinner on Saturday, all of you. It has been too long since this house has been filled. I've missed having all the activity and the laughter in our home. Come for lunch and stay for dinner. Make this home a safe haven, a place to relax and enjoy your family. I'm sure there will be some tension at your house. Keep in mind what it is you're trying to accomplish, Kenny. You can undo a lot of good by speaking words that can't be retracted. Take the time to. It started out innocently enough, In the parking lot rest room where I had first met him. The two of us were brazenly out in the middle of the floor at lunchtime, onlookers staring transfixed and jerking off in the stalls and at two of the urinals, when without warning after a huge dose of popper and renewed determination I felt the silky smooth, bloated head of his dick pop past the entrance to my throat as his huge balls hit my chin. His baggy foreskin was encased fully within my bulging. Susan didn't like him and rebuffed his advances, but Hanna was hungry for male attention. Linda was pretty sure it hadn't gone beyond the obvious groping during the tickle battles, but she had been afraid to ask Hanna about it. Threatening to include her daughters in an all out orgy had been the last straw and she had to get away. The party was supposed to be last Saturday night, and she had left before dawn Saturday morning.Linda was thinking about her string of losers and comparing them to.