Ally thought any such announcement should beaccompanied by a hug and jumped up.Rocky, however, ran straight to Grace and said, "I got to ask yousometh...ng!" pulling on her arm.While this was going own Steve whispered to Ally, "You owe me a nickel,don't you?"Ally smiled and nodded; Rocky was wearing four shades of green and heguessed she did that a lot. "Plus her eyes," he thought.At the door to the mudroom she said, "Mama said to ask you first," thenshe started whispering. She wasn't very good. The shock must have registered on my face because they had laughed before they introduced me to their teammates, a father and daughter combination, Peter and Kim Jones who had averages of 209 and 196 respectively during their qualifying series.Then once we had the introductions out of the way it had been time for some serious bowling and, if things didn't go so well under the hot TV lights that few of us if any were used to, maybe some serious sex as well!At the end of that first session plenty. We stopped at a minor-label Central Valley winery for brief tour, not forgettingto visit the tasting room. The good-looking, early-thirties-something guy servingup the "tastes" patronizingly flirted with us, and we, a couple of slightlyoverweight, late-40-something, blond-highlighted businesswomen did our bestto flirt back, giggling among ourselves like a couple of schoolgirls. We probably had a little bit too much "taste", and as the car lazily resumedits southward trek down I-5, the wine. There were tears in her eyes."What's wrong, June?" I asked, confused."Nothing..." June sniffed, and then started crying.My cock wilted as June cried over me. I looked at Kristen and she shrugged at me."I'm sorry," June said, brushing the tears from her eyes."What's wrong?" I repeated."I'm... fuck, fuck, fuck!" June cursed. She took a few minutes to try to compose herself.I pulled June upward so that her naked body was on mine. "What's wrong, June?" I asked again."How do you fucking do it?.