I took another shot of whiskey and began my walk. It wasn't so bad, with music. Every good song is about big cock, I've realized. There was wind and i...love swaying my big hips as the wind shoots up my micro skirt. Boys here and there would look at me. Some confused and some just turned on. I would suck any of em off if they hinted at the possibility. So I made it to 5th and Bark. Daddy's car pulled up almost immediately to claim me. He smiled and leaned over to open the door for me. I got in,. Our young Spanish companion just threw his head back and groaned as we teased him beneath the bubbles. “Is that nice Jaime?!” I enquired. “Oooh Yeah! It‘s nice!” “Ah the poor guy, do you think he’ll last the distance?” Said Laura. “Yeah. He’ll be OK!” I ran my hands through his hair and pressed my mouth into his neck. He responded with a long groan as he helped himself to my tits. He squeezed my boobs gently, tweaking my nipples and I was getting hotter and hotter. I wasn’t sure how long I was. Spencer Thomas was a balding man inhis late forties. He wore a golfing tie ? white golf balls against a vividgreen field. He rotated the nearly empty pint glass in the slick of spilt beeron the bar, making trails along the bar-top. It was three in the afternoon andhe really should be getting on the road again. He looked up at the fakeoak-stained beam over the bar and read the curious announcement over for thethird time - ?The Black Bullpresents the St George?sDay Prize Draw Extravaganza. An. ”“She’s already told me she’d go if you both said she could. I asked her yesterday after Gail Wilson called me.”“What about Aunt Karen and Ramon, will they go?” I asked.“Ramon said Thanksgiving was one of his busiest weekends at the steakhouse, and Karen told me she was going to stay and help him. They want more pictures like the ones you took, Rick,” Mom said, and laughed.“Tell her we’ll have some X-rated pics for her this time,” Bonnie said, and we all laughed.“Rick, are you going to take.