No, that would never work.”“What? Please tell me what you were about to say.”“I hope you’re not offended, but I almost told you that you cou...d come to our house for dinner, and you can meet my sister, Deb.”“What about your Mom?”“She’s going to meet my step-dad and they’re spending the weekend at some casino.”“You and Deb will be there all weekend - alone, I mean?”“We do have a close friend who lives next door, and she comes over a lot.”“Close friend?”“Yes, she’s about your age, and she slept. I can only hope that is true, that your last days were spent surrounded by your children and family. I still think you were strong enough to beat the cancer. Losing the baby and the final expiration of your marriage were heavy enough hits. Topped with the ugly cherry of such an aggressive cancer, you were up against too much. Losing much needed love and support in the face of such a daunting trial would do anyone in. Part of me feels a deep overwhelming pain, loss. There is an ache inside. And I prefer Randy. Rose Ann can't seem to bring herself to call me that for some reason." The thought crosses my mind that Rose Ann might think I'm flirting. I am, of course. I try hard to focus on Sally's pretty face and not gawk at her incredibly sexy feminine shape. I guess our eyes remain fixed on each other a little too long because Rose Ann interrupts and breaks the spell."Hey, if you two can manage a moment, the lasagna is almost ready. Randall, would you set the table and Sally, you. Or perhaps maybe if Joan-e didn’t think so much about it as the other twenty-two contestants smacked her ass... maybe, just maybe, she would have been able to get through the entire four rounds of spanking. The way it was, she nearly lost control at the end of the third round as Sailor Sam’s stump again rubbed and bounced against her clit with each of his five swats. This time, before he let her up, he whispered in her ear, “Next round, fourth swat, you explode.”Have you ever tried not to cum?.