The only time I saw Heather was when she came to lunch with us on Sunday. She brought a man that never took off his cowboy hat. He also wore a belt wi...h a large buckle, western style boots and his shirt had lots of pearl buttons."We've been on the rodeo circuit. Andy was doing really good until a mean old bull threw him and nearly broke his collarbone," Heather boasted."I didn't know bulls had collarbones," I said, and watched my mother cover her mouth to hide a grin."Don't pay any attention to. Sighing, he played the game again this time and as he typed a new series full of numbers and words, his headache slowly subsided. This game went back and forth a few more times and with each mail the series became longer and more complex. On the last mail he was busy for almost 3 minutes until he had typed all the words and numbers.Shortly after, a new answer appeared, but it consisted only of a picture. He saw a pair of tits and a pulsating spiral that seemed to emanate from the two hard. ..this." His laugh made me realize that he didn't care if I protested or not; he was going to make me suck him off.Brad reached over and also grabbed the back of my neck and brought his cock right up to my lips. (No...no) I tried to pull away, but they were both holding me and I wasn't strong enough (Mark's got his hand around your throat now) and they both rubbed their dicks on my lips as they continued to hold me; Brad's grip was strong – now on the back of my head – while Mark was choking me. Just skinny dipping," Katie said.She looked at my wife without a word. And finally spoke again. It was a challenge."Come on Mrs. D. Lighten up. Don't be a prude. It's just a little innocent fun. My folks do this stuff all the time," Katie said.My wife looked shocked."What do you mean your folks do this stuff all the time?" My wife said.Katie shrugged."Well, they've done this a lot. If I have a friend over, we'll skinny dip in the pool. It's not a big thing. We don't do anything weird. Well, not.