They liked it. Maybe they did care but knew the cost of saying something.”“Yeah, no repeat performance,” Tiffany said, gaining a bit of her brav...ado back. “Most of those guys looked forward to the prospect of having it happen again. Don’t be naïve.”“Most of them,” Phil said. “Others might have had genuine feelings. Let me ask you something: Would you do the same? If you get a boyfriend before Hailey does are you going to offer a three-way with her?”“No!” Tiffany said. “Wait, that’s not a fair. ...She says as she reaches into her hat for a slip of paper. -Our next act will be.....A Pissing Session. All the men get to give a lucky lady a golden shower and fill whatever hole they want with their meaty cock. This is a fun one. Especially since I know I’ll have to pee very soon after all the wine I’ve drank so far this evening. All the ladies cheer, excited to see that each act K reads out gets kinkier and more filthy. K starts the drum roll audio and pulls out the next name from her. When you suck my cock, I want to see those pretty blue eyes watching me!" I told her. She looked up at me with that sparkling smile and then leaned forward to kiss the bulge, her eyes locked firmly on mine. The sight of my beautiful mother kneeling on the floor and kissing the bulge my cock made in my boxers about did me in right then and there! But I managed to keep it together long enough that it looked like I was still in charge. She gave my cock a long slow lick through my underwear then. Mrs. Pineda is survived by her husband Edgar de Pineda. She was 19. Interment for Mrs. Pineda and her stillborn son, will be in San Diego, California in the Cabrillo family cemetery.Connie is gone ... Edgar is gone ... I can’t stop crying. There was so much blood.Her last words to me, “What will Edgar do?”That is the only question I can answer ... Edgar went to Texas.When they arrived, having come overland, the Rescue people had to pull me away from her cold dead body, her still born son, cord.