It was easy to see what he was doing now—currying favor with my b o y s. I got a full on conspiracy goin on in my own fuckin house. Kelso finds the ...'little black book', and begins thumbing through the pages. “Jesus Dillon---what the fuck is this—blackmail”? Patroni grabs the book from Kelso, and looks through it as well. Dustin pipes up again, “I think it's his yard customers” Patroni speaks next, “Yard ?? 500 bucks to mow a yard?? 300 to clean a pool ?? Look at this shit yo—700 bucks to. All lubed up Rodney re-assumed his position behind her and started pushing his cock into her, again she stopped sucking Mark off but this time she simply whimpered and moaned as the massive member was pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy.Rodney was up on her doggy style and I was getting a great view from behind him as his huge cock stretched my wife’s pussy as far as I’ve ever seen it. She was moaning and screaming “oh yes, fuck me with your huge cock Rodney, fill my hole with your big. I still didn't see the humor."I'll call you with her number," said Smith. Choking on his beer, he added, "You'll love her!" Love is right," replied Jones.With a guffaw, they resume laughing. I knew them too well. This had to be a set-up. Either Daphne was a complete failure and it was my turn to have disaster strike, or they were plotting something else. Damned if I was going to be the butt of one of their jokes!So I left the job of interviewing Daphne to Harriett, figuring she'd be a better. I could write that it was the fervently imagined, mind-blowing licks of Mr. Weston's inquisitive tongue that came to life and expertly supplemented the gentle rub of my fingers as I floated suitless and spread open to the world in his swimming pool.But that's not what happened.The pool's owner was fully clothed, fully dry and had just moved into my field of vision. Reflexively I jammed my knees together with a slapping splash, and in a panic, dived for cover.Obviously, I couldn't stay under.