I was not going to compete or compare. Strangely, I began to think of Karl. Would he have entered a pissing contest with Rex? Who would win? Rex's v...rbal bantering and teasing during sex was new to me. Some women like to be called slut and whore, maybe worse. I found the words distracting. I had a real choice here: refuse Rex's coital demands for the spoken words of his prowess. If I did, I'd risk ending this right now. I could acquiesce in practice, if not in reality. What I told him was. A few cars seemed to disassembleand put themselves together in distant spaces. He parked directly infront of their door. Crissy laughed and applauded.Zack took a last big swig of his Dew and finished it off. He squaredhis shoulders and turned to her, speaking slowly. "Look... Crissy. Igather how you feel, but I'm not sure... I mean, I don't think youwould..."{Oh, no!} "Don't worry, Zack, it's okay!" she said as reassuringly asshe could."No, wait, I can't... I mean, look, you're, like, seriously. . Fuck!"Match play can be brutal. It's one thing, in a tournament, to miss the cut after the first two days of competition. But to be sent packing on Day One, without so much as getting a look at the last two holes -- that was just plain humiliating.We let Tess rave on. She was entitled.Later, we went out, found a pleasant restaurant overlooking the Sound, and mellowed out. Tomorrow would be a big day for Kim. Possibly two rounds, if she was successful in the first match of the day. Tess, on. Wow that was good.What about you mom? Aren't you horny? Susie asked undoing her moms pants. Yes but I have a full bush. Not very appealing. I don't like all this hair. So what mom I'll eat you out Mike said. Come on mom no hiding masturbation. You said dad only ate you out on special occasions. What's more special then this? Susie and I pulled moms pants down, propped her up on the washer. You really couldn't even see a hint of her pussy lips because of all that hair. Mike dove right in anyway..