I don't want to fly commercial any more than I have to with all those hijackers just waiting to get another jet to crash into something."Grif replied,..."I can't say I blame you there. You know how many planes were hijacked last week and crashed into buildings?"Sheila looked deadly serious, "No, how many?" Almost as many as the week before," Tara teased."That isn't one bit funny," Sheila snapped back. "We knew people affected by 9-11!"Grif concurred, "I don't like flying commercial because I am. “I see he’s been busy,” said Marian.Flossie smiled. “She’s due in another month. When Bernie and then Hildy went into labor early, I was afraid I might follow, but all I had was a few twinges. You certainly stirred things up around here.”“She?” asked Marian. “As I recall we were both convinced this one would be a girl.” She waved her fork at the baby, who was pounding what was left of his pancake against the wooden tray in front of him.Flossie laughed. “One can always hope.” She sobered.“I’m. I wished for so much.SMACK!His hand came down across my cunt. I quivered and squeaked. It felt good. Barely hurt.I can handle this. I fucking love this.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!He continued to smack my clit and labia. Each one slightly more forceful than the last. What started out as a pleasant feeling quickly turned into an unbearable burning. I tried to close my knees, move away, pull back."Oh no. You wanted to get sassy with me, now you'll take what you asked for."Bruising fingers pulled my leg. “Oh, well not really a date. She wants to go over to her place one night.” I stated.“Oh, does she?” Ashley snapped, “And I hope you know why she wants you over there?”“I can only guess.” I answered.“I can’t believe her, I mean ... dang.” Ashley replied, shaking her head.“Look Ash, I know how this town works, trust me. There is no way in hell, I would go over there, morning, noon or night. I know better.” I shot back.That seemed to calm her down for the moment, although really, if you thought.