"Wake up!"They immediately came to life again, and Brenda and Willie came to me, hugging me. "Do you want us?" Brenda asked eagerly. "We could all do ...t! We could take turns!"I laughed. "No, thanks anyway," I told them. I walked to the couch and bent over to kiss Dee. She, of course, had orders not to walk around, and she alone had remained sitting on the couch. "Dee, I want you to share your bed with Brenda tonight, please." I turned to Brenda, who gave me a little, knowing nod. "Brenda, why. One of my favorite topics to contemplate is what goes on every single Friday night, especially during a school year in the fall and winter when sporting events occur and then guys and girls get together in the aftermath of the game. Oh yeah, lots of hot fucking, sucking and getting off goes on every Friday night, you can be sure of that.Think of all the guys and girls who get together for dates and parties on nearly any Friday evening, but especially during school year sports seasons. The end. Leaning forward, back arched, so her clit felt the full benefit of the throbbing engine, the young woman relished in her daring, her exposure, her arousal. No one appeared, so Maddy made a second trip around, and a third. Each time she stopped for a drink. All too soon the lawn was done.The horny wife took a ride around the house, risking being seen from the road, or the residence across from hers. Maybe the little brats would catch a glimpse from a window, and come to investigate. She stopped. “Duke? How about a…Bitch-Blow-Job?” Claire said again. Duke look at her quizzically. He didn’t know these words.“Bitch-Blow-Job?” Claire teased again. “Do you boy? Do you want it? Bitch-Blow-Job?”Duke realized this was something new. He didn’t know what a ‘Bitch-Blow-Job’ was, but he knew he wanted it! His master always made him happy after using the ‘Bitch’ words!“Duke?” Claire teased again. “Do you want your sexy, little, bitch to give you a blow-job? A Bitch-Blow-Job?”“Bark! Bark! Bark!” Now.