After classes, my friends came and open the door, they found me sleeping, they felt ashamed for their mistake.After that incident, I drank my own piss...of daily basis.One day my roommate caught me to drink piss, he told me that he spread it the hostel, I did not understand how to stop him.I replied to him, “if you say anyone about it, I definitely complaint to warden for drinking and smoking inside.”He calmed down to listen me.And I added, “If you need to piss, I m ready to swallow it.”Then he. I was conscious of the softness of her breast as she pressed my arm against it. Then we were inside, laughing as we saw each other's hair. Mine was standing out sideways and wildly confused, but Betsy's looked like she had been electrocuted, twisted wildly in every direction.Mom seemed a little miffed at first but calmed down after she realized our late arrival had been innocent fun. But there was nothing innocent about the look in Betsy's eyes when they met mine while we were making our. Fucking her. My moan is louder than expected. My hand is in my shorts. Rubbing my hot cunny. Thinking of Donna on her hands and knees. Or...or her lips around Eddy’s cock. The kids are downstairs. Either one could walk in and catch their whore mother fingering herself. I pull my shirt and bra up. Letting my big tits free. Rebecca would just say ‘gross’ and shut the door.What if Ben walked in though? Two years older than his sister he still looked young at twenty. Made it hard for him to get a. . remarkable. Music to his ears; balm to his soul. Oh how low were the mighty fallen!“Kneel up, Julia” he said. “I can’t go on overlooking these undisciplined actions of yours.”“I... I... agh... I beg pardon, Master...” Julia returned to her kneeling position, breasts thrusting fulsomely.“There is another problem, Julia,” said Quentin suavely. “You see... I’m engaged to get married. My future wife may not approve of you. After all, you’d have to serve her too.”A stunned expression transformed.