“Thank you,” I said. My voice was trembling.“My pleasure, dear! You were always such a good friend to me, and I always wanted to repay you.”�...I don’t think my ... my orgasm ... was as strong as yours.”“It just takes practice, honey,” she said as she licked my pussy juice off her fingers. “The more you do it, the better you’ll get. Hey, what happened to the ‘safety valve’?”“I said, ‘Boo!’ and it ran away!”She kissed me on the mouth. “Way to go, girl! I always knew you could!”“You know,” I added,. How is that any different than you justifying what I did by saying that I was protecting Kristen?”She stared at me and her mouth moved several times like she was trying to say something, but no sound came out. Finally, her shoulders slumped. “It’s the same,” she sighed.“Can we go tell Uncle Don that a crisis has been averted?” I asked hopefully.“It won’t do any good. What man would want a whore for a wife?” she sighed.“If Uncle Don can’t forgive you for that, then he’s not the man I think he. Her hard, muscular tits had dark love bites all over them and I looked away, slightly embarrassed and knowing I couldn't ask anything with Susan there."Hey, Sue," I smiled reluctantly."Mmmm ... Where that coffee, baby?" Commmmming..." Lance sang, smiling at me and shrugging his shoulders playfully. He slipped past me carrying Susan's coffee and with it all the answers to my dilemma."Where are you off to?" Susan asked me, pulling a giggling Lance onto her lap once the coffee safely sat on the. The way they said this to me, you would have thought they were trying to explain light switches to a moron.I was allowed to carry one bag from each of them, as we crossed over to the other side to look at the stores as we headed back to the entrance. We got to the restaurant at about five til six, and both Mama and Mrs. Connor had obviously spent their two hours in there drinking. Mrs. Connor was worse off than Mama was, but not by much. They were both too far gone to be able to follow along as.