"Then give it a shot. I've got her number here. Grab a pen and paper."Marsha copied the number and after a bit more catching up on some of their class...ates she thanked the friend, promised to keep in touch and called to schedule an interview.Not able to afford a new outfit, Marsha wore the closest thing she had to a business suit: dark slacks, open collared blouse and jacket."You look great, Mom," smiled Chris. "You'll wow her." I hope you're right," she replied. "Wish me luck." You know. "That had to have been when you turned twenty-one." How would you know?" Vicky snorted. "You were pregnant with J.J., I think it was, so you were the designated driver. You couldn't have gotten that blasted on 7-Up. Now me, yeah, I don't think I've ever been that drunk in my life, and you were the one responsible." Hey, I wasn't all that responsible for it," Emily giggled. "You brought it on yourself, with all that teasing me about the good times you had in college." You'd never have done it. " Pills?" She narrowed her eyes at me."And coke," I nodded, looking back at Gary. "Right?" Yeah. Take my cock out first," he said, leaning back and smiling at me. "I'll think about it." Gary!" Stacy widened her eyes."It's okay, Stace." He glanced at her. "Amy's a big girl. She knows what she wants." Yeah, I know what I'm doing." I giggled and Stacy frowned, but didn't say anything else."See?" He smiled at her and then looked back to me. "Go on, be a good little whore ... Take my cock out and. She lowered herself to rub her moundagainst my shrunken member and I gasped with the shock of extremestimulation. She said sweetly, "See, darling? You can still feeleverything. Maybe even more powerfully than before, now that yourattention is concentrated in a much... smaller... area." Angel giggledand lowered herself all the way, so that my erect one-quarter-of-a-peniswas inside her. She rocked back and forth atop it, making my libido gowild. Then she looked down at me sympathetically.