"It's that shameless hussy you married, she's got to be behind this all somehow," said his mother. "She's no good for you. I knew she was trouble from...the day I met her." "Oh no mom, don't blame Nikki. She's helped me through a lot of my problems. I don't know what I would have done without her." Just then Suzanne and Erin, Craig's wife, entered the house. They had just put Carol, the bride to be, to bed, back at her apartment. Carol had too much to drink and had thrown up all over Erin's. ”Eager to stroke over her skin, I touched her inner thigh, felt the moisture, as she croaked, “Yes, oh yes, I’m ready. Do it now.”Half smiling, I poised over her as I said, “I have to. I’m your slave now, aren’t I?”“If you’re good enough, and you don’t even know my name.” And she giggled, which was a pleasing sound, “It’s Carol. Come on, fuck me.”So, no ‘intercourse’ and my rock-hard cock pressed into her very core. She gasped and groaned, but there was no instant orgasm. Been a long time, eh?. I was speechless, all my ffiend said to me was, "you said you wanted to suck off my baby brother" start sucking! Still speechless, I took a few hits of 420 to relax and finally admitted to him that I had been curious about sucking his hot dick for awhile now, and he had the same fantasies about me. Apparently, the reason my friend was gay was he had a 29 yo cousin (him 13), that would m***** my friend on a regular basis. I asked him if he went and reported his cousin, and he said no, why turn. Cathy was in the middle of boiling some pasta. "I borrowed it." "Well, it looks good. Big, but good." I pulled down a loaf of French bread and started to slice it lengthwise. "What are you doing?" asked Cathy. "Making garlic toast." I reached for the shaker of garlic powder. Garlic toast always went with spaghetti at our place. But this time, Cathy put her hand on my wrist. "No garlic tonight." "Why not?" I asked. "Because," she said, "I want to try out the new.