Saturday, I made a few phone calls and got together for the afternoon with Ray Shorn and Randy Bronson. We decided to get together later that evening ...fter dinner.I should have stayed away from dinner. The first thing that went wrong was that Mom made meatloaf, and I hate meatloaf. I ate some and just pushed some around on my plate. Mom noticed and said, “I thought you liked meatloaf.”“Sorry, Mom, not really.” Maybe if it’s made with brown gravy it’s alright, but Mom’s recipe called for it to. We got to talking and discussing and I found out she was actually thirty and she was flattered when I told her how old I thought she was. Emma would say something flirty and I’d flirt back. Well anyhow, we set it up that I’d be in the coffin and she’d be in the electric chair. The wagon went by and the k**s all screamed and teens oooh’d and ahhhhh’d. I got out of the coffin and found that Emma was gone. I walked to the back of the stand and Emma grabbed me by the shirt and put me against the. "Well, you thought wrong. Get ‘em off!" I let out a laugh as I pulled my shirt over my head. I wondered if Ilooked as nervous as Jen. As I started to undo my pants, my eyes wandered back to my friend, whowas sliding hers down her tanned, muscular legs. It wasn't the first time I had snuck a peak at Jen's body. She was the only person I knew who spent more time in the gym than me, and I could see it was paying off as I gawked at her legs and the tiny pair of black underwear adorning the area. I began to suspect you were losing control of yourself. 'Open it' I ordered. 'Please,,' 'Do what you are told' I snapped. 'Like this?' 'More. Stretch it wide. That's it' 'Bastard' you snarled, rubbing harder. Your cunt was oozing moisture and beginning to make little squelching noises in time with you movements. 'Plenty of room for a couple of fingers' 'No, I don't want to. Please don't make me...' One....two. You pushed your pelvis out at me, finger-fucking yourself hard and rubbing your clit.