You see, all the girls got a hugewake up call when you landed that pantyhose contract with L'eggs andthe way the tabloids featured you in those gossip...magazines every week.They realized then that YOU were now their biggest competition and theyhad to fix the problem! You're the only woman I know that could makeBlake cry!" I looked up at him with a puzzled look as he gripped mywaistline tighter. "Cry! What the hell did I do?" Blake was so excited to be on the cover of Seventeen that she set. They then moved us to the middle of the field to make the throws longer. Finally, we moved to the far hash and had to throw the ball three-quarters of the field to the sideline.I could tell I had a little rust and was floating the ball. To be honest, I was still more accurate than the other three. The down-and-out to the far side of the field can be a difficult throw because you need to get a little heat on the ball to get it there. Throwing intermediate passes downfield is easier. The reason. "Yes I do." I told him and then looked at Robin. "Mommy Robin can I suck you titties." She got a shit eating grin as she pulled her shirt up showing off her 36 d size titties. Leaning over me she let her tits fall into my mouth. Suckign on one nipple then the other i was acting like a little baby. Hearing someone get up and walk behind Robin i heard them start to fuck her. "Like your new daughter sucking your slut tits while I fuck you don't you Robin?" Jamal said in a huffy voice. . Brennan’s twenty-two-year-old son Greg that looked a lot like a younger version of his father, had been invited to dinner too. Damn, if he wasn’t just as charming. I could see my mother smiling as she watched me drool over this guy. I did the girly thing and ask my mother to accompany me to the restroom.“Mom, why didn’t you tell me he had a son and Mr. Brennan was bringing him tonight?”My mother started primping in the mirror, “He is quite handsome isn’t he? I didn’t want you to think I was.