Dropping to her knees, she looked up with a quick smile. "Hi jerry" she said. "I hear you want a blow job."Martha began pulling his shaft with soft, j...rking movements. She saw how excited he was as his bell end shone in the lights. The room fell silent, other than the hum of the cooling fan, and a faint hint of yelps and bedsprings from a nearby bedroom. In there, Martha's best friend, Silvia, was having her arse probed deeply by a regular punter, straining to fill her bottom with his. One uncle lives close to Jim and we will visit with them while he is joining Irene. I'm not dumb. He's not interested in the rest of us." I smiled.Karen said, "If the rest are like Grandmother and Grandfather, we are in for a treat. I am looking forward to meeting them."Irene and Marianne made up the bed over the driving area which I am sure had a name but I never heard it to remember. They were giggling as they went into the upper part. There was a skylight window there to keep them from. If both players make it on their turn, they get to keep shooting until they miss. The goal is to make the other team drink all of their cups. If a team loses without scoring, it’s called getting skunked and they have to strip naked and run a lap around the house.”“Oh you can bounce it as well, which is two cups, but the other team can deflect a bounce,” Cass adds. “Also if a ball rolls around the rim, you can blow it out.”“Understand the rules?” Cass asks. We both nod. “Good, now to decide. “Yes, I do.”“What if she wants to get back together? Aren’t you worried about that?”Heather smiled at me warmly. “Should I be?”Relief flooded over me as I realized that she knew the answer to that question. I pulled her in for a hug, made a little awkward by the fishing rods we still held.“No. Of course that’ll never happen. I want to be with you,” I said.“I know. So go and fix things with her. You’ll both feel better, I hope. And that would be a good thing.”I hoped so, too.All day long, seven.