Calling me 'fat boy' or 'chunky tale'.I noticed she always had a glass in her hand that was half full with brown liquid. After she finished about 3 gl...sses of this, she would start yelling at me. I got in tune with her cycle and whenever she would drink this stuff I would lock myself in my room.One day, I heard a loud bang at my door. I jumped up. My 6-year-old mind racing to what was going on, and what I had done. She was rattling the knob trying to open it, but it was locked. I un-locked it. Well... I have a little problem and I was hoping that you could help me out with it.” “You have a problem? I don’t understand, but after all you’ve done for me... Well, whatever you need, Joyce. I’m more than happy to help you out.” “Well, umm... this is kind of embarrassing... It’s really kind of weird actually, but... well... um....” “Oh Joyce, just spit it out. After what you did for me, there’s definitely nothing you say is going to be embarrassing for us. What can I do for you?” “Well,. We saw the lake first, but it was more like a pond and I only saw one house on it. It had a strong cabin feel, and Jim confirmed that was the place. As we stopped, he insisted I come in to use the restroom if needed. I was 20 minutes away from the closest one and I "should not go into that place after dark." Jim grabbed his bags and we walked to the front door. As we walked in, someone yelled "The Entertainment has a arrived!' while they all started laughing I laughed along too, I could see. You have to be very special to be a single guy in that kind of a group. However, Terry was getting really turned on, so I let it slide again.After a while, I let my hand slide down from Terry’s breasts over her belly and down to her thigh. While I rubbed her, she spread her legs slightly and started breathing deeper. My hand slid between her legs and I rubbed her pussy through her slacks. Bill’s hand move down to her thigh and we started taking turns rubbing her pussy.When she finished the.