“A ‘blowie’,” I asked? “What’s that?” Rose giggled and wisely said, “It’s a blow job. You know, when someone sucks a cock!” “O...h” was the only response I could think of. After a moment of silence I asked, “Why are you telling me these things, baby?” “I thought you’d want to know about what happened! Don’t you want to know what went on?” Rose stared at me with her eyes wide open as if to say, ‘come on! Wake up!’ “Well, sure I do. Why not? I always want to know what goes on in your life and I. With the vodka and a trip to the side of the house to use a bongwe were soon very lit. We were soon back inside and bored as hell.We ended up back in my room playing some cards. I'm not sure why butMike suggested that we play strip poker. I gave him a rash of shit forwanting to play strip poker with another guy but deep down I had noproblems with his suggestion. Looking back I'm tempted to think that hehad marked the deck, was really good at poker, or I just sucked.I managed to win a few. ”“Who baby?”“My family,” sobbed Angel. “They knew it would hurt and they didn’t warn me.”“Remember, you’re doing this for her, for us.”“I know,” she sobbed.Another contraction and Angel screamed. It seemed to her the pain would never end, but Don never faltered in his encouragement. Time moved slowly for both until finally he said, “I can see her head, you’re almost done.”Angel was soaked in sweat, tears poured from her eyes. “Really?” she gasped.“One more good push baby, I think that should do. She shouted “giddy up horsy, git that ball” and, giggling, bounced up and down slightly, grinding her clit into my spine. I was at a loss as to how to react, so I just continued to the ball (as slowly as I could without being obvious I was stalling so Rach could enjoy the ride). I managed to give her about a minute of fun, not enough to satisfy her, but all I could give. She dunked the ball with ease, and then it was Sharon’s turn. I swam up to her with the ball, and not waiting, swam.