Uh oh! "Like what?" I asked apprehensively. "Blow jobs!" they said simultaneously, and laughed at my discomfort andbewilderment. "How does that work?"..."If you win the hole," Kimberly explained, "you also win a blow job. If Iwin the hole, you have to go down on me." Suppose Christie wins the hole?" Then you both have to go down on me," Christie chimed in eagerly."That sounds like a win-win situation to me," I said."We think so," Christie said. "No chickening out, now," said Kimberly."No way," I. .. you think you might finish up early?"I spoke loudly so that Lynn could tell I was on the phone with Dawn. Having Lynn on her phone meant that Dawn wouldn't be able to call her and I had to talk to Lynn immediately after our conversation got over with. I had to make sure Lynn didn't give me away."What? Yes, that's what I said earlier Dave. What's going on with you? You're acting very strange." Dawn, I have had a long day and weird things have gone on. I'm just in a mood I guess. I'm sorry. If. "Put your tongue in where your fingers were," and I convulsed until my orgasm was about to peak."Ok, ... Ok, ... You better stop," and he did with a mystified expression on his face. "Look at my pussy. You know where your penis goes, don't you." Mrs. Connor, won't Mr. Connor ..." Fuck me, George. Put it in. Fuck me," and he did. All the way. "In and out. In and out," I begged, and he started stroking my love hole, but he was too excited to make it last."Oh no, oh no," he moaned."Don't stop,". My husband was killed and inflicting severe brain damage to my daughter, and breaking my pelvis, killing my unborn child and having to have a hysterectomy. We were comfortably off and were awarded very high compensation costs, but the money never returned the things I loved dearly.Because of my daughters condition I have to watch her constantly, therefore, my social life is non-existent. She has progressively, over the past few years getting worse in a bad habit, which I had to point out to her.