. his nose was pressed into my pubes as I hunch-fucked his throat giving it a good reaming before jerking his head back off it. He stared up at me lik... he'd just breeched water... mouth open, wet swollen lips, eyes wild and round..."Oh my god.." "Again.." I said and stuffed his mouth pulling his drool-wet lips back and forth... burying his nose in my pubes holding it there twisting, feeling my knob in his throat again, sliding in easy this time, an open fuckhole now, grasping his head and chin. ”Betty said, “Trevor, you’re my son! You have to come with us and leave these evil people!”Opal answered, “Mother, I will stay with Trevor and Sharon. They are not evil. We do not have to follow you into trouble.” Trevor nodded.Betty wailed, “You must stay with your mother!” She looked at me, “If they don’t go, you can’t make me go!” Allen just looked troubled but said nothing.I said, “They may be your children but they’re not your chattels. We will not force them to leave this house. We will. It was as though I had leaned over to sniff a flower. I again smelled the heavy scent of perfume.. and something else. My nostrils flared. I could smell her musk now, her vagina. My hard-on was now steel-hard, heavy, a really huge thing trying to escape from my underpants. Thank goodness the girl was oblivious to everything as she lay there in never-never land. What was I to do? She had the only bed, so I did the next best thing I could. I took some blankets from the closet and. I didn't know anyone there aside from my ride, a friend who was desperately trying to hook up with the host, and I was very, VERY drunk. I had never had a drink before that night. Despite this, I put away the booze like a seasoned lush... I was told later I killed a fifth of Jim Beam by myself. I remember running into her and saying some nasty shit (I definitely called her slut, but the rest is a blur), I remember getting slapped, and I remember getting into her car. I don't remember anything.