Betsy Strohman? Well, the last time I had seen her she didn’t have any use for God, and as far as I could tell she never would. Their marriage had b...ecome…interesting. Betsy was a very impractical woman in an implacably practical world, and Liz was a lot like her mother in so many ways. As I watched mother and daughter at lunch that first afternoon back in Charleston, the parallel contours of their lives became very clear, yet where Betsy was rapacious in her lust for power and control, Liz was. The hostess got up to answer it and I noticed a big smile on her face. She made her way to the door and opened it. I was sitting on one of the couches and couldn't see who it was, but wondered as well. She returned a few seconds later with a couple of guys following her. I noticed that three of them were dressed like cops while the other three were dressed like firefighters and I immediately realized that they were most likely strippers. I wasn't surprised because like I said I had heard some. Poor Kaija... If only she had someone like Ben in her life. He's smart, good looking, and funny. And the best part of all was he was kind and sensitive.As they walked hand in hand to Ally and Kaija's dorm room, apprehension slowly reared its ugly head in Ally's mind. Her stomach started doing flip-flops. This was too good to be true, surely something would go wrong. Think positive for once in your life, Ally, she scolded herself. Oh, I am thinking positive. Positive something will mess it all. I did not care this girl was sucking my cock so good. Then I heard my wife say "CUM IN THAT BITCHES MOUTH YOU SON OF A BITCH" and just about them I let my load go. The girl never missed a beat and just then the girl let go of my cock and leaned over the front seat of the truck and my wife turned and they kissed sharing my cum. Then my wife told me to move to the center seat of the back seat. I am not sure what was going on but I did as I was told. As soon as I did the girl sat back and guided.