Simon: Oh Carla I love this, you’ve made me so hard, you’ve made your self wet. Wet three fingers, stick them deep into your mouth and get them ni...e and wet, then one by one stick them into your tight little pussy and tell me as you put them in, tell me how they feel going in.Her: (Hear her sucking, spiting saliva on her fingers) Oh fuck I need this so bad…Ahhh fuck…that’s one all the way in…feels so fucking good slowly fucking…ahh yes….Fuck two fingers, deep in my pussy… tight making my clit. I noticed she was eying me with just that kind of a look, and while Eileen inside me urged me once more to tell her the truth, before I could open my mouth and speak a single word, she motioned me to stay silent, waving a bony arthritis-swollen finger and saying:"Robert Eugene Barhoe, you've got lots of explaining to do, young man."I was about to point out that I was only thirty-three and consequently, according to national averages, not even middle-aged yet, but my cautious instincts got the. Jen and Ashley clearly knew there was something going on between me and Christi now, but I was appreciative that they didn’t push the issue. After dinner I didn’t really feel like doing anything. I was feeling so small by this point that all I wanted to do was crawl under my sheets and never leave again. The world hadn’t different plans for me, however. Hearing my phone vibrate on my nightstand, my hand shot out of the sheets and snatched it. I had a text from Traci. "Hey, Dean. When Mom asked. Therefore, if she saw them breaking any of the rules, she was required to report those actions. And, since she was a Rules Judge, punishment would be immediate. "Please don't take it personally,? she begged. "This club is important to me, so I must enforce its rules."After breakfast, all were walking across the coffee shop parking lot, and Marion got mischievous. She moved as close as possible to Debbie, then turned and jumped away. With a look of surprise on her face, Marion yelled "No! .