I was wondering why I was so dizzy and disoriented. "I'll be right back." She left and returned with a glass of orange juice spiked with a generous am...unt of vodka and two pills. She handed them to me, "This will make you feel better." I swallowed the pills with a generous drink.Not expecting the vodka I coughed a couple of times and said, "Jeez what are you trying to do kill me?"Ignoring my question she asked again, "how are you feeling?" Pretty good, a little dizzy, actually a lot dizzy." I. Gifts of atonement for the children, I guessed."For me," I joked, mirthlessly."For the children mister man," she said, not losing her bright demeanor or mood."Grace cooked for you," I said. "It's getting a little cold by now, but we could reheat it." I'd made my point and it finally took away a measure of the joviality she'd brought with her."I wish I could stay," she said. "But I have a—meeting—I can't get out of." Yeah, a meeting," I said, the bitterness I still felt rising to the. Sandy's own teeny thing was erect andthrobbing again. Rubbing against the vast expanse ofher stepmother's penile equipment. It was sothrilling. The rubbing. Beth's fragrance. Ohhhhh. The overloaded birthday girl shuddered and began tocum again. The feel of Sandy's hot goo against thelovely Beth's big throbber made Beth lose her ownample load of spermies. What a mess!Both pantyboys were a little embarrassed at theunexpected intimacy. And very excited.But they recovered their composures enough to. She whispered my name, “Tristan.” And I nearly lost control. I moved to get off of her and her legs tightened around me. Using the hand she was covering with her own, I removed the wandering hand from her underwear and held it above her head. “What are you doing?” I asked fiercely. She frowned slightly. “I’m trying to fuck you, Tristan.” Her free hand moved down her luscious body, the manicured fingertips lightly brushing across that perfect tan skin. “Let me.” I couldn’t help the gaze that.