God!” she squealed again, “You horny little man! Don’t tell me you like looking at that filth.” All I could do was nod like a little idiot. �...Well then” she said, “why don’t we enjoy the show together.” With that, she came and sat on the sofa behind me, opening her legs and pulling me in between them so that I stood there, my back against those incredible tits, her legs either side of me and her head looking over my shoulder. Then she put her left hand down to my zipper, and pulled out my young. .. well ... well no - I didn’t file it yet.”Mira smiles at me and says, “Then your marriage isn’t legal and we can get married.”I profusely bitch, “Like hell we can get married! Mira if that is my baby, which I highly doubt, then I will take care of it but there is no way in hell I will marry you.”Mira begins to cry and I feel like shit. But I do know what I must do after I find a motel...Present – Thom – At the warehouseStacy Summers has insulted Jennifer in some of the worst possible ways. I noticed thru dinner there were a noticeable amount of people that were getting pretty intoxicated. I hadn’t seen Leslie again, as she must have been sitting in a different part of the restaurant. After dinner we all did a Yankee swap, and finished up dessert. Some of the drunken people were pretty far gone and were leaving before things got too ugly. Before long things were winding down and I knew I’d better get back to my place before people started showing up.The party at my house started. I feel myself and touch my breasts in the process. I push a finger into my mouth and suck on it and then I feel like I want to pee again.I sit on the loo and concentrate. I let it all flow out of me but cannot help push my hands down under it. I scoop some of it up and let it dribble from my fingers onto my lips. Soon I have two hands under there forming a makeshift bowl and once it’s full I lift it to my breasts, let the liquid flow over them and then massage them; pinching each nipple in.