Holland had a chance to stop me.“Oh! Well, umm…Danny…” Sarah said, backing up, as she didn’t expect Danny to barge in. “Is something going...on with Don?” she asked, curious now.“Well no,” I answered, “I just heard that you were getting divorced/breaking up or whatever.”“WHAT!” Sarah Holland exclaimed. “What are you talking about – NOT TRUE/where did you hear such a thing!?!?!”“Oh, I got it from this.” I replied, and held out an old tablet I had, in which I had downloaded the video I had shot of. Of course I had to her buy every sexy work suit that we could find. She turned every head in the gym, men and some of the ladies. I made sure I stayed close to her.A few of the men would try to help Mom, she always told them, " I think my man can help me just fine." And rub my ass or the best, run her hand up my thigh.Oh sorry, my name is Ken. I turned eighteen a few months before my Dad was killed. I'm six foot tall, 160 pounds. Black hair, dark brown eyes and a ten inch cock.In just a few. " I'll help Polly." She needs it."The face vanished. The long curly haired beauty just sighed to Wendy."It's so good to have ... well, a real female with us now. And to think, she used to actually be a girl." People change." Wendy climbed out of the back of the wagon. No one was there to help, which miffed her a bit. Sure, she didn't NEED help, but Polly ... As Wendy's feet hit the ground, Jack was there to raise a hand to help the pregnant woman. His eyes ignored Wendy. Oh, this was going to. ” I said, I figured if I made her uncomfortable that she would stop. “my dick gets hard and I need to change the direction it’s pointing.”“oh” she replied. Her face getting slightly red. I figured that this would end this line of questioning. “Why is it getting hard?”Oooof. I wasn’t expecting her to continue this line of questioning but hey, her mom was always honest with her when she asked any type of question so I figured that the more uncomfortable I made her the less questions she would ask.