" she shook her head vehemently. "No, no, no." Was it that bad?" You can't imagine Danny," she said softly. "You just can't imagine." Ah Mr. and Mrs. ...urton." the clerk beamed at us as we passed the desk."We're having a rather special evening this evening, would you care to avail yourselves of our free babysitting service and do us the honour of attending?"I was about to point out to him that, yes we were actually Mr. and Mrs. Burton, but not in the way he assumed, when mum squeezed my. "Okay, now y'all are the fluffers for the boys coming up next. If'n they pick a red ping pong ball with her number on it, they're gonna fuck her mouth. If'n they get a white ball, they're gonna do her pussy and I guess y'all can figger where it goes if'n they pull out a black ball. If it ain't red, they're gonna come up ta y'all fer a blowjob first, afore they stick it ta the girls. Y'all stay kneelin behind yer girl the entire time and maybe even help 'em get it in the hole that goes with the. Rhoda was tensing; she was getting ready. I could see Rhodes shaking and trembling from the intense pleasure she must have been feeling. As Pete continued thrusting and squeezing, I caught glimpses of Rhoda’s immensely swollen clit. I never thought it possible a clit could swell so much. Pete would softly nudge it with each gripping push. I don’t know how she held back for so long. My hand was moving faster. I was breathing fast. I was sure they could hear me, but neither looked my way. Pete. Can't you stay untilthen?" Yeah, Ma. Can't we?" I asked excitedly. A little bit of me cringedinside at how I was begging, but mostly I was excited at possibly beingwith my new friends an extra three hours."Okay," agreed Ma. "I'll have to find a phone and tell Pa we'll be homelate." Yeah!" exclaimed Becky.All of us -- Ma, Ruth, me, my other friends, other parents and siblings,and some of Ruth's crowd of eight- and nine-year-old girls -- had supper.Then I went with the girls and we had much.