Connie then reappeared, the strap-on still around her waist and a very shinny anal hook in her hand. My daughter looked embarrassed to be caught rubbi...ng pussies with her step-mom, but Connie only smiled. My daughter then noticed the anal hook in Connie’s hands and asked about it’s purpose.“What is that thing?” As my daughter asked, as she seemed to scooch and put a few inches between the two girls’ vulvas. “Here” Connie said, offering the device to my daughter. He examined the ring on the. Do I dare reach over and let my hand feel Chucks boner?&hellip,naaa that would be going to far. Mom would know and might not like it. Chuck was breathing hard and thought&hellip,. Ive never been this close to mom when she was barely dressed. Her tit is resting on my face&hellip,oh damn&hellip,.sorry mom&hellip,. but my boner feels big against her leg, but I cant help it. Feeling Megans leg under mine isnt helping it stay down any&hellip,.oh well. Mom started in with her story, telling it real. "She works for the Heart agency. From what I've heard she's the meanest divorce lawyer in the state. They call her Barracuda. Are you sure you want to..." Thanks Hop," I said. Then I hung up the phone. I called directory assistance and got the listing for the Heart Agency. I asked the person who answered if I could speak to Ann Wilson. The Phone started ringing again, as my call was transferred."Hwhaat d'ya want now?" The voice on the phone was so loud and so angry, that I was afraid. I started. Finally, there was nothing left living, in the water. All who could be rescued, had been. We stood silently, looking at the pitiful few we had managed to save. The other side of the bank had done similar work. Someone had thought quickly, and had tossed rope out to some of the men. That side had more survivors. It was still but a fraction, compared to how many had been lost. What a waste of life. What monumental stupidity on the part of the organizers of this mess.By this time, evening had.