I underestimated Beverly Goldberg!I knew at that moment that the game was on and things had changed. I hadn’t bothered to think about the long term ...onsequences of the bet because I honestly never thought things would get this far. Suddenly, I wanted to win the competition. It wasn’t because I wanted the three weeks of peace and quiet from my mother’s incessant attention and smothering. I knew I’d never get that. There was no way my mom could deliver on a promise to stay out of my life.I don’t. “Fuuuucccckkk,” Bridget said exhaling as Dewayne began gently massaging her ass with his finger. Bridget moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers.“Stick two in there,” Bridget said but the added, “I need to suck your cock.”The pain and pleasure increased but Bridget was getting ready for the long awaited main attraction. Now 69ing again, both did their job. Bridget made Dewayne’s cock as wet as she could. Gobs of spit and saliva dripped out of her mouth. The beach allowed her to be. She put the dildo in her ass and grinded her pussy against it and moaned and I stroked harder.Dimple: Squeeze that juicy cock for me, baby!Me: Let me fuck that ass, you naughty slut!Dimple: Ooh! Slut! God, that turns me on when you’re being mean!She took some cold lube and squirted some on her thick ass. She rubbed it in as she watched me to stroke. She bit her lips and brought her lips to the cam and made sucking noises as if she was sucking my warm cock. She twirled her tongue and fingered. Two new plugs and a little magneto drying time with his sister's 750 watt hairdryer and it started third pull. (Grace was pissed about the dryer ... but Grace was always pissed about something. Teenage sisters! The bane of brothers.)Matching the acquired boat with the acquired motor and a 'get it outta my yard' abandoned trailer, David produced a fifteen hundred dollar combination with a little scrounging and two eighty seven cent spark plugs. He didn't even have to change the gas/oil mix in.