Make sure it’s cat food. I don’t want to feed him tuna!”“Got it,” I replied. “Finish your ablutions!”Pickles knows what’s in that cabi...et because as soon as I retrieve the can he’s twining around my legs. I dump the glop into his bowl. It’s something he likes. He hardly notices my hand stroking his back while he scarfs down the food.He’s got a nice recliner. I sank back into it, heard faint sounds coming from what I assumed to be the master bedroom.Presently he walked out. “Bored?” he. At least once a night my mom would come into my room and slowly fuck me. She would slide them out almost completely then shove them as deep as they could go as hard as possible. I hated every moment of it but my pussy would still become dripping wet every time. By the time Brent started moving his stuff in I was relieved that he would be checking me and not my mom. I was in for a hell of a shock though. The day we moved his stuff I had all 3 in me as usual but he required me to wear a skirt and. "Shot of whiskey and a beer chaser." I answered.I looked around the room. There were men playing pool as the smoke hung over the pool table like clouds. You could hear the cracking of the pool balls over the music.Onstage a dancer was dancing to Elmore James 'Shake Your Moneymaker.' She was captivating as she did her thing.Finally, about two beers later, I could hear the distinct harmonica sound of Jimmy Reed come over the old speakers. My dancer friend appeared on stage as the music started to. "and I'm sick of waiting."She dragged her big brother behind her by the belt towards the stock room, She flipped on the harsh tube lighting and cleared a stack of 5th Edition Player's Handbooks from an old wooden desk and sat lightly on top of it. She reached up and passionately kissed Kevin, swirling her tongue into hismouth to which he responded in kind.When their lips finally separated they were both breathing heavily, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their eyes never leaving.