Just then my sister comes back in the room, holding the same cup I drank Liam’s piss from, Liam looks at me and says drink it or I tell your sister ...hat we’ve just discussed. I grab the cup and gulp it down, quickly realising it’s probably my sisters piss warming my throat this time.My sister looks at Liam and says you were right my brothers a dirty little freak, Liam laughs and says that’s not all he is, he then takes his cock out and says look how your brother looks at my cock, I know he. The man was having trouble keeping his hips still, He could feel his heart pounding with anticipation. “Get on the bed,” he commanded, gesturing with the slightly crooked forefinger on his right hand.Naturally, Michele obeyed and when she was on the bed she asked him, “Which hole do you want to fuck me in?””The cunt. At least the cunt first. I feel like I might have enough jam for a few fucks tonight,” he said.”The children won’t be home until late,” Michele said. There was a feline purr in. I accomplished my goal—I was now covered in dirt and sweat, and pretty much smelled like a pig. I stuffed my nose into my ripe bushy pits, inhaling my funk. Sitting on a pic-nic table, I was surprised by a dude about my age walking up on me. I looked up and just said “what's up” ? He replied and commented me on the bike. Said it looks like I like getting dirty. “Well ya—that's the whole point ain't it”? He replied “i guess so” and went on with “So do you always check out your funk after you. We began to hang, drink, and dance. We would step out for a smoke, talking and laughing. Back inside, the sea of people became an ocean. I was okay with that because that meant we were forced to be closer. The more she drank the more handsie she was getting. I lend in to tell she something. The bass would drown me out so, I put my hand on her hip to pull her closer so she could hear me. She was so intoxicating, I forgot what I was going to say. I was drunk. Like a high proof whiskey, one shot.