“I think Mr. C is available, though.” “No, I want you, dear. Joe goes on about how wonderful you are with words and structuring them. He says...you can make his letters and comments sound like he actually knows something.” I laughed and told her it was a huge exaggeration. “Yes, perhaps, but I think he was also serious. You know I am on several charity boards.” I nodded dumbly. “I’ve been asked to give some fund-raising speeches and I’m terrified not only of public speaking but that my. I was in Jill’s bedroom just about to stick it in Greta’s pussy when Mom knocked on the door. I scampered under the bed and Greta climbed in the bed while Jill opened the door.Mom sat on the edge of the bed and said, “I see that you two are cozy. Now I don’t mind if you two go down on one another but don’t flaunt your nudity in from of your brother. That boy is ready to pop. I used to make out with my girlfriends…I still do on occasion.”Greta asked, “Is my mother one of your girlfriends?”Mom. We had lemon jello left over from the last annual Juggies Jello Jam wrestling tournament. I had industrial sized bags of lemon jello powder. I had an empty penis mold. I had a walk in fridge. The possibilities rapidly unfolded before me, stretching out into infinite penis shaped possibilities like a tropical sunrise over the beach. God help me I did it. I used 5 pounds of jello powder to one part penis. The resulting syrup was the brilliant yellow of a safety helmet, and glowed like liquid gold. I said ok and stuck my head inside a little press, under her sink.I was looking at her red painted nails on her sexy feet when she turned the tap on suddenly, soaking me. What the fuck I said.She laughed and said damn, this is the last dry towel, indicating what she was basically wearing.Come with me she said, taking me by the hand up the stairs, and into a bedroom. Here she said, handing me a sleep mask to cover my eyes. I was aware Michael had followed us up and just as I covered my eyes, I.