’ Finally finding the ghost of my voice, I croaked out in a whisper, ‘What are you saying?’ ‘That – that I’m sorry for yelling at you in V...gas. And I’m sorry for manipulating you into our whole crazy bet. And I’m so, so sorry it’s taken me this long to apologize.’ A pang of disappointment shot through me. ‘I’m sorry, too. Is that all?’ He ran a hand through his hair in a tense, jerky way. ‘No, it’s not. I – agh. I really am sorry for yelling at you, Rach, but I’m not sorry I stopped you from. " She looked around for some of her old friends and then she spotted two couples she knew at a table near the rear of the gymnasium. She walked over tugging John behind her and they grabbed a couple of seats. There was a DJ playing music and Brenda and John danced a couple of dances and then one of her friends husband asked her to dance a slow dance and Brenda happily accepted his offer. The guy seemed nice enough until his hand came to rest on Brenda's butt. "Hey, careful with the. "When he reluctantly pulled free of my cock sheath I could feel the gape of my asshole that wanted to be filled again. I moved off the table and layed down on the floor on my back. My body was spent after the best workout of my life. My body had never been used up like this. "Oh fuck, look at all of his cum," Helen exclaimed. "Fuck he really enjoyed the night." I assumed that she meant Mike, but as I looked over she was pointing out a puddle just under the table where my cock had. My tone was level but I guess my defenses were up or something.“Jimmy, like both Rodney and I have said, we would be happy to have you come and be around your daughter, our daughter, whenever it’s convenient for you. That said, I hope you understand that Rodney is her daddy too, just as much as you are. Am I clear?” she said.I could feel my face cloud up. “Yeah, I get it,” I said. “He’s her daddy. I got it.”“Yes, and that’s something that all of us need to be clear on. I don’t want to be, well,.