I caved first, but she was right on my heels. “Marce, I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have snapped at you like I did. You were right.” “No, it was...my fault! I shouldn’t have butted in between you and Allison; it was none of my business…as Michael informed me in no uncertain terms!” She looked like she was about to cry. I glanced at him – and at my wife, who was still staring unabashedly at his enormous sexual endowment – before nodding to Marci. “Well, I guess we were both wrong. Water under the bridge. First was to call home.Dad answered, "Hi, Son. How did your interview go? Do you think the company you talked to is worthwhile?" Dad, I have to tell you. They are, or at least appear to be, my ideal match. The owner, or at least one of the owners, is as anal as I am, if not more so, about doing everything exact. He has signs over his factory doors that ask, "Is it Perfect?" That's a hoot, isn't it?" Sounds like something you would like, Sal. Did you introduce yourself as Sal, or your usual. He pushed his face over deeper into her cunt as he lapped her juice away hungrily.“No!” she cried as he spread her cunt-lips a little more his fingers, then tongued in and out, trying to force open her virgin cunt mouth..“Were gonna need Vaseline or baby oil,” he breathed into he cunt. “You’re pretty tight.” He nuzzled again at her clenched cunt-hole, driving her wild with the hot breath from his nostrils sweeping through the nest of cunt hairs.. "It's on your registration form for the weekend," Becc said. "Cookie checked and we all decided to surprise you." That's really ... so nice." I can't believe you came to a Dude Ranch on your birthday with no one to celebrate," Debbie said. "Don't you have friends and family to celebrate with?" Then she thought about what she'd said and gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean ... Oh my god!" Take it easy, Debbie! I've got friends and family. I just won this trip like I said and thought it would be.