At number 45, I was one edge again trying not to cum again. At 49, Iwas so close that I did not care about anything. Jim hit me for 50, andI was rig...t there on the brink. I just needed the last hit to take meover the edge. He had stopped at 50; I need to climax, I needed onemore to help me to get over the edge. I was grinding hard against hisleg, but it was not enough. I could not get to the peak, and then Iheard Jim say in my ear softly, "Just ask."So I did, I asked nicely, and then I. I was very painful but I could do nothing. After some time I felt that his dick is getting even bigger and then I felt some thing hot flowing out of his dick in to my ass. I was all wet. Then he took out his dick and made me suck his limp dick. He was hard again and fucked me again but this time that was not that painful. I actually started enjoying it and my own dick was hard by now. While fucking me my brother took my dick in has hand and masturbated me till I came. When he was about to come. "Bulllshit!" she cursed. "Truth or dare?" I asked after we all giggled. "Dare," she answered promptly. "Fine." I looked around the room for things for her to do. I got an idea. "Amy, go tell James you think he's sexy and want to fuck him." "No way!" Amy yelled. "Too bad, you have to! You chose dare," all of us told her. Finally, Amy rolled her eyes and got up. "He's drunk, anyway." We watched her walk over and talk to him. James smiled and slurred something back. Amy blushed and hurried. .. and, for the first time in her life, Wendy bought a Monster Millions lottery ticket. She picked up one of those forms and entered the numbers that were rattling like a mind worm song, stuck two bucks with it, got her ticket stashed in her purse and forgot about it.Life moved as life does, two weeks went by and it was time to fill up the gas hog. It had been a very dusty, pollenated two weeks. The windshield washer got a lot of usage and it was empty again.I just filled that up Friday, Wendy.