So sueme.Actually, that's what this is all about. Me being Sue. They decided togive us non-establishment names, so they picked two of the local Indian...ribes. My sister was Cheyenne and I was Sioux. Maybe if they weren'tbuzzed all the time, they would have seen the problem. I mean, Navajo orApache or Comanche, would have been fine. I could have been Jo or Che, agood revolutionary name, but no, I was Sue, at least that's how itsounded to everyone.It wasn't so bad growing up. I mean a baby doesn't. She was sober enough to know what they were doing was wrong but drunk enough not to care and their lips were locked as his hands caressed her large arse. His cock felt so good in her hand as their kissing continued.The sound of a group of people approaching startled Rosemary into breaking away from the boy and saying "We can't, not now."She started to do her blouse back up as the voices got nearer. Alan was trying to get his hard cock back inside his trousers.Rosemary hoped that she did not. Chri's thick shaft was lifted powerfully, the heavy, flanged head throbbing and looking bigger than Lauralee remembered. She was just a little afraid that something might happen, that her vagina couldn't stretch far enough, with added pressure being put upon its delicate sheathing by another cock being shoved into her tube. But she meant to try it; oh yes, she was going to try, in spite of her fears.Smiling, Chris Hartmann held up his hands to her, and she moved to straddle his body. He pussy. I had expected her not to return for at least another day. I was sucking a guy named Sonny that I had met in a gay bar the night before. We had spent the whole night sucking and fucking, with me doing the bulk of the sucking and Sonny doing the bulk of the fucking. “What the fuck is going on here,” she yelled. I had been busted by my girlfriend Marie and was absolutely petrified. I tried to pull my mouth off Sonny’s cock but he was holding my head and continued face fucking me driving his cock.