Jen continued saying that her fighting skill was matched only by mine and she too could shoot most firearms quite effectively. Tammy reminded everyone...that she was a skilled trauma nurse and could handle just about any serious injuries as well as fight and shoot too. I just laughed and said that the only reason I had agreed to this was the fact that all three or you are more than capable of handling the job. I would not allow any of us to be at risk or at least unnecessary risk. I wanted them. The burgers sit on their plates, ready to be eaten. The onions are in a bowl, decorating the center of the table, soft and brown. I get a match from the kitchen, and light the tall, lone candle in the middle of the table. Though it’s a fairly large table, our places are set adjacent to each other, so we can be as close as possible. The candle lit, I move back into the kitchen to get the drinks. As I’m pouring, I hear the low, continuous whine of the hair dryer, and I know you’ll be joining me. I knew mom will never be comfortable with me and there were only two things left for me.One to leave all this and start a fresh life or to continue my endeavour to get her love and I select the second way. I collected all my courage again and once again I was firm.She may never think about me as a lovely and caring son, only thing she will be remerging is a son full of lust. That night was the toughest night of my life as I was ashamed of me and my behavior. What have I done? I should have. Bobby wasn't shy about performing for his friends and his bride had become an afterthought. The lingerie was in the way so someone behind me pulled it over my head. The guys shouted, "Come on Bobby. You can do it. Fuck that little cunt." He needed no more encouragement. Bobby looked up at his buddies and grabbed his cock showing off as if to validate its size. At that, he slammed his meat into my moist horny tunnel. As his excitement increased, Bobby's thrusting got rougher. He relentlessly.