“Oh yeah, thanks for the food,” she said sarcastically. “Jesus,” I replied, “Seriously?” Glancing back at me for a brief moment, she quickly responded, “Yup.” Pulling another plate out of the cabinet, I took the remainder of the food of the skilled and poured myself a cup of coffee. Sitting down at the dining room table, I tried some small talk with my sis. “How was your Friday night?” I asked, taking in a fork-load of food. Watching a somewhat dazed expression run across her face, she promptly replied, “Ok.” “Just ok? By the time I got home,” I replied snickering, taking a little stab at my sisters loud fucking from earlier last night, “It sounded like you were having a better night than just Ok” “Ha, mind your own fucking business,” she quickly shot back. “I had to put fucking headphones in last night,” I replied amused. “Oh fuck you perv,” she hastily responded, “What time you get home anyway?” “I don’t know,” I responded, working through my answer carefully, “Like 2 or 3?” “You didn’t happen to see what color the car was parked in the driveway did you?” she asked. I could see her mind tick, trying to fill in the blank from her missing time yesterday. “Seriously?” I replied laughing, “You don’t know what kind of car the guy nailing you has?” “Fuck you,” she said as she built up a asian more serious tone, “Do you know or not?” “Jesus,” I replied trying to remember a car I drove past last Hardcore night, “Yeah, it was this mustard colored yellow ford with a big ass dent in the rear bumper.” “Oh,” she replied with even more of a confused state, “okay…” “Why do tight you want to know?” I asked, trying to fill a amateur proper big brother role. “I don’t know,” she replied, “I guess I just had too much to drink yesterday.” Letting out a concerning laugh, I replied, “When did you start drinking?” “While you were at work,” she replied. “Geeze sis,” I replied, “That early? What, you blackout last night or something?” “Guess so…” she replied nonchalantly, like it’s happened before, “I don’t remember much past 8 or 9. Eight or Nine? That was about the time I got home from work, if it was 9, that’s almost a full three hours of time she forgot before I even gave her the drugs… Jesus that shit works. “Seriously sis?” I replied, “That’s fucked up. You got a problem.” “Oh anal fuck you,” she quickly replied in her old manner of speech. “Sis seriously, you got a problem,” I responded, acting concerned, “You should serious tell mom or dad this has been happening…” “Oh fucking mind your own business,” she quickly scolded back, “If you fucking say anything, I’ll tell mom and dad about your new stash of pot you keep in your backpack.” “Fucking eh,” I shot back, “Fine. Jesus sis.” Seem’s she hasn’t changed a goddamn bit. over his head - stretching her poor battered udders until she was standing in her tip asian toes - almost off the anal ground. "Wow, that was... intense!" She smiled at Michael as she walked away with her kid, and he smiled back. She glanced away, inwardly bracing for whatever new or not so new insult he was going to use on her. He didn’t WANT to pull out of her. "I wouldn’t do that," Mark interrupted Hardcore Cameron as he was about to remove the girl's blindfold. He was a Moroccan guy who tight drank in her appearance hungrily with his eyes while Dad watched. Her nipples pressed into my shirt. God, you're so hot. She stopped to look at him, a bone hanging out of her mouth. I stared. The girl was still wearing black flats on her feet, but her right foot was coming partially out of it, the shoe dangling from the tips of her toes. “This is my Mum Autumn.” Rather than take another lounge she squeezed in next to me. After pinching my butt she gave me a quick kiss and handed the cold cans to me for opening. I stood taking her glass and mine to the kitchen. It’s a big dick. Shit! First I took her to where her mother lay unconscious within the second barrier. “Did you ever meet your parents?” she asks me. Give me all of your cock,” Layla shouted. The note the doorman had slipped to amateur him while they were having drinks. She excited me. Classes were back in session. Simon's cock plunged deep into my welcoming vagina and soon I felt Beth's hand, not rubbing me, but wrapped around his shaft as it slid in and out of me. God it went deep. Some things I can’t say out loud because of embarrassment but just like when I play online games, I’m much stronger of a person when communicating through electronics. How long had I dreamed about this cock right where it was?