”“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” Delores said. “The people know you, Cal. They won’t let you down.”Cal took a sip from his c...offee and then shook his head.“I’ll stop worrying after the votes are counted,” he said. “Someone convinced her to run and that means they promised financial support to her and thinks she has a chance. I was hoping to be able to relax in this election. The talk was that I would be unopposed, but now...”“You always worry too much,” Delores insisted. “But, if it. When she got close enough I asked her if he had tried anything with her? She said I'll tell you about it on the ride home, he's taking a piss and will be out soon. I said, Hey before he gets out here what happened? She said well he fucked me twice. I said twice? She said yeah my pussy is so full it's trying to leak out and my ass has a nice load in it too. I told her to go set down in the truck so she didn't loose my creamy pie. I heard the door slam again when I looked up this time it was my. I forgot about our audience, lowered my head, and buried my face between Cindi's soft, wet thighs. She grabbed my head and thrust herself against my mouth. I couldn't and didn't want to move, but I was having trouble breathing. I was about to pull back when Cindi jammed her pussy against my face and let out a series of loud, penetrating moans. Silent sex was not one of Cindi's strong suits. I kept licking until she released my head and slumped against the chair. I sat back and heard loud. I knew it wasn’t going to turn out well. It was his life, but something needed to be done.Then there was Randall Griscek Jr, my stepfather. He was a 6’0 tall and as I stated before, a functional alcoholic, who liked to project being the boss. We all knew my mom was in charge. I knew eventually in the next two years; he and I were going to have a “come to Jesus” moment.I had two younger half siblings. Randall III who was 11 years old and then there was my sister Erin, the only girl, who was 9.