"Emer and Fand are always singing to the girls and don't give us any time to sing to them," they told me, near tears."You need to take your daughters ...to the music room and sing for them," I told them as I held and kissed each of them in turn."Yes, maybe for Christmas," they finally agreed with a sniffle, and kissed me long and passionately."It was nice of you to clean your mother's house," Margie told me when we came up for air."You knew?" I asked in shock."Of course, we knew. We felt the spell. Where have you fuckin been”? “Jeez dawgs—that's where I been yo—fuckin Jenny McCarthy” “Goddamm dude—when was that”? “Sat nite yo”. “Dillon—that was five fuckin days ago”!! “Where the fuck have you been”? “I DUNNO---FUCK I DUNNO”!! “Ok look—can you throw a ball—I mean today—right the fuck now, can you throw a ball ? Cause if you can't dawg, then ur gonna be off the team”. “Ya—I think so”. “No fuckin think so dawg—now cowboy the fuck up. And you better put out hard dawg, cause if you dont—ur. I go around on her tit to make her excited for me to suck on her nipple and play with it. I go around for a little while and then I go in sucking on her nipple and then I go onto the other one and I feel that my dick is hard and that she is not touching it and playing with it while the Boxer Briefs are still on and then she takes her hands and slips them off in one motion. Then she get's down on her knees and start's licking it slowly to tease me since I teased her with her nipples. Then she. I hope you remember meeting him at our last pageant. He would like to meet with you and discuss being a sponsor. As with all competitions, there are expenses that are a burden unless you have some help. Please email me your answer back. Mr. D." She thought for a few minutes and then responded with a positive answer. She had thought that Mr. Darrien might want to sponsor her. She was still not sure of all the ins and out. Her Babbs' side of her brain was driving her more and more into thinking.