We really can't afford another car on what I make and what we get from your dad's military Social Security. The house is paid for at least, and we hav... some money in the bank, but we just can't afford another car yet. You know you could probably get twenty hours a week from Walmart. They hire a bunch of kids to do all kinds of things in the afternoon and weekends. I know you have baseball and practice and usually do homework too, but we could use another car." I know we can't afford another. The next day I went a little late after dark. I wore a sleeveless tank top with a pushup bra and shorts up to my knees. Both the guys were already waiting for me. Before I could start, they told me this.Vijay: Madame, we appreciate what your doing, but we don’t want to fuck you. We have girlfriends, and we want to jerk off. Also, we don’t want to interfere in your marriage with all this. We will sit in the corner, as usual, so even if someone comes, you can pretend you didn’t see us.I was. I close the bathroom door behind me and strip out of my clothes. I'm rubbing my ass absentmindedly. When I finally notice the stinging sensation I remember its cause. When dad slapped my ass I had a thrill go through my body, but I wanted to take advantage of being close to him, even on that flimsy pretext, so I ignored it. I can't ignore it now. I'm weak at the knees imagining being on his knees, my cheerleader skirt flipped up and he'd spank my bare bottom. Fuck! I'm not even in the shower. Raymond handed him a note with the directions the next day at school. James went to the grocery store with more intentions than plans. He had already bought some wine for the dinner table, a Riesling produced not far from where he and Vicki stayed a few weeks before. He bought a box of chocolates for afterward and some flowers for the table. Something for the children came to mind. A sack of large navel oranges did nicely, and a few bottles of grape juice that looked like wine were the final.