There was a five-by-seven picture of Dixie and her a husband, a two-shot, all dressed-up for something. But both faces in the photo were familiar.“H...ly shit!” he exclaimed. “You’re married to Bernie?”Dixie turned and looked at him with laser eyes. “What? You know him?” she said.“He’s the reason I’m here!”“What?”“Yeah, he’s the one who set me up with Reggie, the GM. He helped me get hired here.”Daniel explained the many months of nights in Alaska when he’d listened to Bernie’s show on the radio. That night:“This is the last of the sleeping pills Cal stole from his mom, so this has to work tonight,” said Jay as he crushed them up into the teacup.“It’ll work,” agreed Leslie, grabbing the honey from the shelf.Leslie held the video recorder as both she and Jay stole into their mom’s room. As expected, the older woman was sound asleep on the bedcovers with her clothes still on. They turned the room light off.They shook their mom and called out to her. No response. Then Jay flicked her nose. We were both very excited about the idea, but more than a little apprehensive about taking this step; but I suggested we telephone and see if we could attend just as spectators to get an idea what they were actually like, and more importantly, see if this sort of thing suited us both. The nerves and fear were there. The lady had to phone of course, and when Lisa rang believe it or not, she rang the wrong number. This poor fellow must have wondered what this lunatic was talking about, and I was. There was a pearly glophalf-caught just within. I closed my eyes and went to work on herlike a dog licking out a dog bowl. My tongue went in and out andup and down that tender pink slot with those moist lips, while shelay almost on her back with her bottom rising and falling off theedge of the sofa, enjoying it all, occasionally moaning. My cum coated my tongue like thin pancake syrup, only salty insteadof sweet. Mixed with hers it soon filled my mouth. I was reluctantto swallow, but as I.