Her gaydar was lighting up like crazy but Brent was obviously no pansy;but nor was he trying to be something he wasn't. In the few seconds thatCassie...had spent with him she had him pegged for a decent guy but not oneto be fucked with. He wouldn't be Sargent at Arms if he was in any wayweak."Call me Cassie, please." She smiled back at him as they strode to theclubhouse.Introductions were made while Cassie sipped a beer and the rest of themembers were as polite and gracious as Brent. She. ..you..." she seemed to be unable to find the word she wanted and trailed off into silence."What have I done now?" I asked in a puzzled and innocent tone."Oh, you beast!" she snapped and stamped a foot.For the life of me I couldn't figure out what I could have done to get her so annoyed all of a sudden, the last thing we'd talked of had been Miss. Thirlby's tits and that was when Carol had thrown her wobbly. Then I sort of remembered her making some sort of comment about her own boobs, I hadn't. She was surprised by seeing it. “Wow, this is so big. I know dusky people have long dicks.”Then she started kissing it on the tip and slowly she started sucking it. She was so good at sucking I felt like heaven. My pre-cum was out and she cleaned it with her tongue. She was rolling her tongue around my dick head. That was an amazing feeling when a girl rolls her tongue around like that.Then I lifted her up and started pressing her boobs which were so perfect to her size. I went on her cleavage. How cranky she would be!"What!" she'd bark, snorting and spluttering. "What's the matter with you?What time is it? Why aren't you in bed?"It didn't matter how mad she got. The peace of mind was worth it. Phoebegrew up with the magical belief that she was doing her share to keep hermom alive.Her mother always seemed so fragile under the surface. Other people sawher as this dynamo, as this strong, independent, dominating presence,taking charge, telling off-color jokes, poking holes in.