My shirt, shoes, jeans, boxers, and socks were pretty much thown carelessly as the alcohol started it's effect. I could feel my face getting hot and r...d. I savored the feeling as I put on a pair of fleece pajama pants. "So here I am. In some strange guys house making him fullfill my fantasy..." I whispered to myself. I poured another glass of the cheap whiskey and downed it. This time it didn't burn as much. Feeling the "drunkeness" slowly rolling down my body, I turned off the lights and slid. "We were pulling out some kind of septic tank hanging from this well. But it was all rusted out, see, so when we pulled on it, it all fell apart, like, and she fell out of it." I see," said the detective."We all puked our guts out!" said Joe."Anything else?" Well, yeah," said Joe. "She had all kinds of pipes connected to her body inside the septic tank. Gruesome! We all puked!" You said that already," said the detective."Oh."The detective continued to grill the worker, making note of the time. "I like them a lot, and you have been hiding those from me?" John asked."To be fair, you've seen the outfits I've worn, I haven't hid them completely," I replied.He got on the end on the bed and slowly took off my panties as well. He took a good look at my entire body, and I saw his cock got insanely hard. So he definitely liked what he saw."Wow, I'm sorry, but those outfits just didn't capture this picture," John said.Then he climbed up on the bed with me, and got on his knees."Well, you got. .I'm desperate to cum". Emphasising this by squeezing my tackle through the loose fitting track suit bottoms I was wearing she added "Will you help me with that?"Emitting a strangled gasp of surprise I found myself rising to the occasion, overtaken by a raging sexual hunger which had been strangely absent for the entire duration of this flu thing, nearly three weeks and not even a hint of morning wood for God's sake!. nowhowever I could now feel myself growing hard in Wifey's warm hand, her.