At about 10 at night my mother was so drunk she passed out on their room, so it was just me and my dad on the living room with our alcoholic smoothies...watching tons of videos of me when I was a baby and growing up, they recorded so much.Since we were kind of drunk, me and my dad been making random comments on each scenes of the videos like we were just buddies and it was awesome."Oh man, I remember those days," my dad said on my diaper changing scenes of the video. "Worsts days of my life!"Then. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne and we took it in turns to swig from the bottle, I felt free, the relief was almost tangible, it was brilliant, absolutely fucking brilliant!"Wait" I shouted and he looked at me in alarm, but I'd suddenly realized that I was wearing designer jeans, I think they cost about two hundred pounds, my blouse must have been a bout a hundred, the shoes at least ninety, even my bloody bra had cost about fifty pounds and if I remembered rightly, my. I smiled at him, gazing at his bulging pants. Kirk studied my face carefully before quietly asking if I wanted to go on. I took quick little breath, then nodded. Slowly, he unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper down. "Have you ever seen a naked boy before?" “I’ve seen lots of pictures, so I have a pretty good idea what to expect, but I’ve never seen a naked man before,” I replied with a shaky voice. Moments later, I was looking at a naked man with a jutting erection sticking out at. My knees were trembling as I pumped load after load onto Mike’s perfect ass. He moaned in approval as I emptied my cock onto his bare backside. Exhausted, I fell back, staring at the masterpiece that I had created on his ass and back. As he turned to face me, stroking his cock, I laid out on my back, “you want to cum on me?” Nothing was said, Mike simply moved over me and with a few quick pumps of his fist began to spray string after hot string of cum onto my chest and stomach. Like so many.