"No! You should had known better than to use your wife as a poker chip!" Jason grunted out.He then walked down the hallway and into our bedroom. I hea...d a commotion between the two of them, and a few minutes later he led Jen out into the living room. She had been already dress for bed, and she wore a tight white t-shirt with nothing else on underneath it. Her tits were quite visible through it, and the t-shirt hung down just enough to cover the cheeks of her nice round butt. "What did you do?". After all, you are related ... but you two haven't even spoken to one another since before Brad left for The Academy."Megan turned and looked at her best friend. "Well, no ... we haven't spoken, but Brad did send me a letter. I just got it yesterday and I think you might want to read it, too." She opened her dresser drawer and pulled out an envelope and handed it to Barbie and watched as she pulled out the letter to read it. It wasn't very long, but it was to the point.Dear Megan, I wish I. He looked at me and smirked then turned back to her.“Listen, you little queer. If I find out anyone else knows I went out with your stupid tranny ass, I’ll make you wish...” I’d heard enough. I grabbed the pressure point in his elbow and made him throw up in the trash can he was standing next to.“Quietly, very quietly, I want you to walk with me to the men’s room. You aren’t feeling well and need to go there to clean your face up a bit and make sure you’re OK. Understood?” He tensed, so I made. ‘For fuck sake! I won’t last all night Christelle!’ ‘How do you know?’ she replied as she expertly pleasured his dick so that they both hovered on the edge of orgasm. Hands around her waist he forcibly tried to force her hard down onto his cock, but she resisted his urging and continued her long languid dance along the precipice of pleasure. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me Christelle! Fuck me!’ he pleaded. Just when he didn’t think he could take anymore she drove down on his cock causing him to exhale.