”Mandy takes my cock from her mouth and says “No Gary. We don’t have any cash. I thought we could trade all of it out.”Gary pushes his cock de...p into Mandy’s pussy, looks down at her with a grin and says “You can.” With that he picks up his phone and presses a button. “Butch, come in my office for a minute and don’t let anyone interrupt us. It’s about a trade agreement.”Mandy now has a startled look on her face and in seconds Butch opens the door, closes it quickly behind him, walks up to Gary. But that would have been a lie, a very bad lie too. She was excited because she wanted her pussy licked; she wanted to come all over her son's mouth. She wanted to see him lap up her juice like a hungry animal. But what excited her most was the fact that it was her son doing it, the feeling deep down of how wrong this was made the experience even better. She now knew that she was deluding herself all this time by calling this Allah's will. It was impossible for it to be his will when it's. My golfcart scorched the road to my truck and I was pedal to the metal all the way out the gate.Halfway to the park the phone rang again. I didn't recognize the number. "This is Dan Richards." Mr. Richards, I'm Deputy Stevens with the sheriff's department. Are you on your way here?" Yes I am, sir. Is my wife okay?" She's fine, Mr. Richards. There's been an attempted break-in. She's fine."I breathed a half a sigh of relief. "But she said she shot somebody." Uh, yessir," he said. "There's been a. " She echoed herself, like someone making sure she'd said what she meant to say, or not believing she'd said what she'd heard herself say."So, you mean, we take turns stopping each other?" Denise said. "That could get ugly," she added, but laughing.Lissa laughed too. "Sure." She snapped her cellphone shut again, having decided no stopwatch was needed."Do you still want Jason to go first?" she asked.Lissa nodded."How do we determine who's the person to say 'stop'?"She shrugged. "We could take.