"Good stuff." I said. He pulled out a six pack from his fridge.I walked behind him to the 2nd floor of his house. His house was pretty big. There was ...till stuff in boxes s**ttered around the house. He opened his bedroom door. He had a big computer on one side of his room. There was some bean bags chair on the floor. I sat down to have another sip of my energy drink. He un-paused his game on his computer. I just sat there having another energy drink. He kept playing his role playing game. Feel it press against your cervix, stretching your tight, slutty cunt even more. Feel the sweat gathering on your body as your feel your orgasm start to grow, starting in the pit of your stomach where my cock is mercilessly pounding away at your dripping cunt. All your juices leaking out onto your thighs, all your juices leaking out for me. “Feel each pound of my cock, hammering into you, giving you pleasurable pain. Pain you enjoy because you’re such a tight little slut. You’re my tight little. "Eddie shook his head and said, "Then why were you making love with them?" We weren't making love with them," Mom said."You were to! Eddie and I watched you, we saw EVERYTHING!" I said, raising my voice."Just what did you see?" Mom asked."You know what we saw," I said."I know what you think you saw," Mom said."What do you mean? Jen and I watched you and Dad doing those things with them. We're not blind or stupid!" Eddie said, tears running down his cheeks.Mom looked at Dad, then back at my. "Evans!" Yes?" Rings." Right." He handed me a jewellery box. I looked inside. There were two. One was discernably larger."I guess I'll be able to tell which is which," I said."Please no jokes. The men were making suggestions last night. Luckily, I didn't drink too much, so I don't have a hangover. And there weren't any brawls." I didn't see any broken furniture this morning." No. You should have been at the pub in Broome last February when Yeoman McDonald was wed." A good Scots lad, I'm sure.".