I guess I'm a real lightweight when alcohol's involved.We struggled with the keys together, and eventually got into my home, if it could be called tha... anymore. The girl didn't seem to mind as we made our way through stacks of pizza boxes and dirty laundry. She found her way to the bathroom, and in a few moments, I was lightly pressing a cotton ball soaked in peroxide against her soft thigh. "You're pretty trusting to just let me bring you home like this," I told her. Apparently, my mouth had. She looked down at it and grabbed it. She began stroking my hard cock, slowly from the base to the head. She told me, as she looked in my eyes, “my husband and I had sex the other night and he can’t please me like you do. I think you have stretched me so that he can fill me anymore. You are going to have to continue to please me now. You have ruined me, stretching my cunt out. I crave you fat cock now. Nothing else will do, to make me fill satisfied.” I looked at her and said, “I think that. He had no plan, no schedule, no one to answer to. He liked that. Sighing he sat up, pulled off the covers and padded to the large bathroom, turning on the shower. He striped his boxers and tee shirt, stepping in the stream of warm water. ‘Good morning,’ He said to his protruding member. He hated morning wood, especially since it was awhile since he last had someone to take care of it. He took a piss and it faded away. ‘Soon, good buddy, soon.’ Fresh from the shower, shaved and smelling of. Scott had just gotten a call from outside by another friend who had shown up to hang out so I popped out of the Barcalounger and innocently chased the 11 year old “little girl” to her bedroom where she slammed the door shut on me. I acted like I was going to force my way in and gave up after just a brief try. Amy opened the door as I walked away and ran out and pinched my ass. I gave chase again only to run into another quickly shut door. As Amy ran out to pinch me again I grabbed her and.