Now as I got to my eleventh beer, I was starting to get flirty, as I always do when I drink. And for some reason my friend Isabella, who we call Bella...for short, was starting to really explore my body and was even more hyped up than I was. She was sitting next to me in our lawn chairs, and was really getting "friendly" with her hand resting on my leg. "So, how are you feeling, Dylan?" she asked, with a grin. "Well, I'm feelin' pretty good with that pretty little hand of yours on my leg. But,. I miss the round hardness of the bottle between my legs but my fingers dance and seek through the wet folds. My hips rise in time to an unknown drum as I press and circle my clit. I can see that he’s moving closer but this time I pretend I haven’t noticed. I want to see his hand moving over his cock. I want to hear the sound of skin on skin. “Soon Darling Soon.” It’s crooned to him as his hips begin to thrust his cock through his fist and my hips jam up to my fingers. I still have the beer. I had already asked your father if he felt like he would be able to go again in a bit, and I never did get an answer!”“Sorry I screwed that up too, Mom.” She just laughed and hugged me again.I ended up in school the next day, with Daddy and his lawyer. The school secretary didn’t want to let us in to see the Vice Principal at all, right up until the lawyer pulled a folded blue file from his briefcase and asked if she would accept service. Her eyes opened wide, and she shuffled us right in to. Sandy and I shrugged at each other. Before we could ask, the woman suggested, “He can call you when he’s done, which won’t be for a while, if my daughter’s right about his stamina, which she has no reason not to be. Better yet, I’ll drop him off.”“I guess I can work on things at the office,” Sandy decided.“See where Dotty’s at,” I suggested, handing her the car keys.“Okay.” She turned and walked away. I didn’t see much of it, because I was pulled inside. I didn’t even have time to mull over the.