I’ll let you know about Thanksgiving.’ She hung up. She hated to be rude, but the alternative was worse, so she didn’t feel too guilty. She wand...red out into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. ‘What’s up?’ Simon came in from the kitchen and handed her a soda. ‘Mom.’ ‘Ah.’ He liked Connie’s mom, Lydia, well enough. She was sweet and had always been nice to him. However, she did have a tendency to push the buttons on both of her daughters. Connie usually just listened,. I can't disappoint her. "Try again." I stammered, "nice and slow. "If I can't do it now, we can try something else."Again she applied pressure. She was ever so gentle and then it just seemed to slip right past the tight ring of my sphincter. It was in. A surge of pain did shoot through me again, but this time it was very short. It was almost gone in a flash. She smiled down at me "You took it in, Honey. Our cock is in your arse!" She was visibly enjoying this.Slowly I started to relax. This was. ”“Interesting. I wonder if Jess knows him or ever met him.”“No investigations, Steve. I told you simply because I knew you’d get a kick out of it.”“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Just me wondering.”“You wondering has a way of turning into you obsessing.”“Point taken. I won’t.”“Otherwise, how are things with the kids?”“They’re great, really. You know we give the kids a lot of freedom to make their own decisions, and they’re learning to use that freedom responsibly. When the principal called. ’ Steve considered his predicament for a few minutes as the girls sat in the shade and waited. The two men watched Steve as he thought over the information they had given him. ‘Even if we go another way, we’ll still need to find transportation to get out of this part of the world. Otherwise, we’ll be in this jungle for months. Maybe we can find a car, or a motorcycle, so we can travel faster. If you guys are going to wring a million bucks out of me, you’d better have some ideas. You won’t get.