We ran into some delays at the airport because Sally's only form of identification was her out-of-date passport. On the passport photo, she was a swee...-looking seven-year-old.Sally's circumstances were duly explained, some telephone calls were made to my father's old law firm, and finally Sally was permitted to board with nothing more than the promise that she'd have her passport renewed before trying to travel anywhere outside the U.S.In the back of my mind, I worried that I was the only. "Great, so long as Jason and I weren't in the same room." Are you serious?" Dee asked. She shook her head as she cut up some cheese. The game would start soon, and she and Lani were prepping their snacks. The ice cream would stay in the freezer until it was necessary. Somehow, it was always necessary. "It's been how many years now?" Oh, eight or something." Eight years since Jason had blamed her for the loss of his game and his potential career. Lani sighed again."You know, I've been finding. “Ah c'mon,” I said, almost amused by his attempt. “Just jerk him off already. I can even give you something to help, so it'll go more smoothly.” I reached behind me and threw him a tube of lubricant that I keep in my handbag.With new found courage, he set it aside and began to stroke his shaft in earnest, until it grew hard, erect and thick in his hand. “There you go,” I said, casually pulling my panties to the side, unfolding my wrinkled labia right before his eyes. “Just like you did in the. “That’ll be you in a minute.” Jack said in the doorway of his bedroom, startlingly me slightly. I didn’t say anything. I just smiled awkwardly. He closed the door. “Why aren’t you naked yet?” He asked aggressively. “Sorry.” I began to strip, looking at Jack as he watched me get naked. I was down to my boxers when Jack suddenly got annoyed.“No. That’s not going to do. You need to dress like the slut you are.” He then rummaged around in a bag on the floor. He pulled out something and threw them.