I was boiling with rage, until he lies drunk on the floor, then I put him to sleep in my bed, so he can sleep off his drunk, then I get randomly with ...ow Thilo from the 5th Climbing and wants to stick to you, he still pees in my bed, and denies everything in his drunken state. I was so mad and I thought, well if he wants to climb out the window and can not walk independently on the toilet, I will probably now have to come to tougher sanctions, and then went into the kitchen and took care of. She put her hand on the back of my lower back, just above me naked ass. She smelled great as she gave her sister tips on giving a good blow job. "Put your hand on his big naked balls. Then pull down and then back up. Move your hand around. Spit some more. Lick the tip. Try to put more of it in your mouth." said Crystal. "Like this??" said Candy. I grunted. "Yeah! Just like that bitch." Crystal moaned.Crystal turned to kiss me on the lips. I leaned down to meet her lips. Her mouth tasted great. It was nothing like my mom and me. I was torn between the two conflicting emotions that raged in my young head and crotch. The head wanted to attempt reason and rationalize what was ging on and my crotch just wanted the physical gratification. I had no one that I dare confide these thoughts to. The word i****t had entered my lexicon and the dictionary definition stated quite clealy that it was a bad thing to pursue such feelings. A benign flirtation continued for a few years. The marriage. Anton nods. “I promised I’d keep you all safe. I don’t plan on letting you all down now.” The serious man offers a smile.Claire removes her pack then squats beside me. “Let me take care of those scrapes before we get moving,” she says, pulling out the first aid pouch.When she’s all done cleaning my wounds and applying antibacterial ointment, she bandages me up.As the last bandage is applied, Anton waves for us to follow him. “Come, come. We need to get moving.”Our guide leads us back the way.