That's how Mom met both of the men who claim me as their daughter: Jack and Paul. But on the inside, we were a very normal, loving dysfunctional famil...y, if such a thing exists. I am the oldest of my mother's four children. Paul's name is on my birth certificate as my father, but Jack claims that he is actually the man who sired me. Before I was born, Mom juggled both men, so both men had realistic claims of paternity. But I had always accepted Paul as my dad and Jack as my mom's kinda-sorta. “One, two, three, go!” yelled Gib.Ally downed the smooth apple shot, “Wooooo!”“Woo-hoo!” screamed Gib. “One more?”“Oh, hell yes!” Ally yelled.The bartender, already pouring, produced another two shots. The girls downed them and slapped them on the bar, never paying. Gib blew the bartender a kiss as she led Ally to the dance floor.They weaved through young Thais mingling on their night out, older farangs with their one-night dates, and solo Thai girls waiting to be picked up. Everyone turned to. “Well,” Brad said, now putting on a false sheepishness of his own, “I guess that may have played some small part in my recommendation. But, I hear they have really good wings, with varying degrees of heat in the flavorings.”“Brad,” Tina answered with a grin, “my only concern is that you can generate enough heat when we get back here by using that wonderful tongue on me, as you did last night and the night before.”Brad hugged her and laughed. “You take the bathroom first and then I need to avail. I didn’t even feel the friction burns as his violent thrusts drove my bottom and lower back hard into the rasping carpet over and over again.I didn’t care when he pulled out, flipped me over and took me from behind like a dog with my face pressed into the carpet.I loved it when he slapped my buttocks with his palms then dug his fingers deep into the flesh of my cheeks as he plunged agonisingly deep into my vagina, hammering into my cervix with every thrust, grazing my knees on the rug.“Yes!.