That had been eight months ago, and Spal’s stomach had spun whenever he’d let his fat, queer, acne ridden cousin sodomize and lick him?but he knew...he wanted to have a legitimate ?guy? party. When Luce had started school at Buttermilk State, Mother had actually gotten Spalding a pager, and whenever Luce called Spal, he’d go over to Luce’s dorm and suck him off, whatever he wanted?it was pure torture!Spalding thought with horror of his last ?private family? party. Mother had invited her friends. When she set the bottles on the kitchen table, she noticed that two of them were only half empty. She quickly downed the remaining beer. It didn't taste all that good but it felt so adult to do. John followed her into the kitchen and watched her down the remaining beer. He smiled. "Get yourself one this time Love. And this time surprise the guys by taking your shorts off too before you come back in." He went back to the table to wait and see if she would do it.Brooke walked into the room. I pounded it into my pussy, turning it up high and gave myself the second orgasm of the evening while my mind rehashed all the dirty, sexy stories that Angela had told me on the ride home.After I regained my equilibrium, I got up off the bed, went into the shower and cleaned up. Then I got dressed for a night at home with my husband.Angela’s stories had intrigued me. I had long wanted to play separate from my husband, and at that point in my life, I never had. I was curious about the. From the voice it was a woman, but it wouldn't bethe first time bandits had used that ruse to allay suspicions beforestriking"Come into the light then, but come slowly," he answered not yetlowering his scavenged weapon. The cowled shape of a Sorbuth pilgrimemerged through the bushes and stepped into the edge of the firelight,the peddler and his son relaxed, lowering their weapons. No need to fearthat they would be slaughtered by some traveling cutthroat and the godswould smile on them in the.