“What the hell were you thinking?“ she demanded in a strident voice which shot up Em’s spine. “You involve my daughter in a shooting, and then...shove her away rather than protecting her?”Em closed the door behind her as she faced her distraught sister-in-law. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.”“Hell, getting shot is part of your job. You’re trained for it. I never signed up for someone shooting my daughter, or you offering her as a target instead of you.”“That’s not qui—”“Mom, be fair.” Becky sat up,. "What's that?" she asked. I told her that the loser must take a shot of vodka or something. She was up for it, no problem. She dealt the first hand and I went to find some alcohol and all I could find was a full bottle of vodka. As time went on we were having so much fun and we were pretty even at poker as we both had had about a quarter of the bottle each. By now my cock was hard as I kept looking at my mom's tits as she was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the little coffee table.. Afterwards the bride and groom go to each table and chat, it was our table next and I'd been watching Ian take the presents away. so the fucker stands next to me slightly turned so his ass was about a foot away from my face and he stands there knowing I can't touch and I cant even look at it properly. I.. was.. gagging.. for that ass! the fucker was teasing me.lights are dimmed and it's cheesy disco music time. mingling I end up at the top table and it's all chat, chat, chatter, I ask what's. It wasn’t something she would ever have conceived of doing intentionally, but when it happened, she welcomed it with open arms.Just as Joe’s women, when they got pregnant, had welcomed his babies with open arms.Bobby, like Joe, was providing a service that, had other men ... the “right” men ... been able, or willing to do so, would not have been needed.Bobby, on the other hand, was not so sanguine about it.“You have to get away from Arthur,” he said, when she told him. She chose a moment, right.