It was time for some fun. I had become bold after the kitchen incident. My cousin had not shouted so it means she had some kind of fear. I slowly clim...ed the stairs and went to her room and opened the door slowly without making any noise. She was asleep her long slender legs were glowing in the faint moonlight coming from the window her gown was barely covering her huge boobs. I touched them slowly and she did not wake up and I then started pressing her boobs harder. She woke up with a start hi. He caught her eyes and the sasquatch let out a nearly human chuckle at her predicament, and began to fuck her mouth harder. The drool came more, her breasts wobbling with every thrust into her mouth. Zendaya wasn’t whimpering any longer, she didn’t have the strength for it. The only sounds were slurping, choking, and the throaty growls of the bigfoot fucking her face.The sasquatch had everything it wanted. It roared again, a numb throbbing in Zendaya’s ears. She could feel his hands tighten. A few more women used me. Then it happened. The woman sitting on my face, streaming her hot pee against my tongue, went "Urp! Ahhhch," and I suddenly felt my shirt and upper arms soaked. I instinctively reached to wipe my chest and got a handful of sticky, gooey mess. With my nose up her rectum, and my mouth under her hairy twat, I couldn't smell the puke that I was soaked in.But when she stood to leave, the rancid odor of fresh vomit evoked the natural reaction in me, and I barely made it to. Anyway I haven’t thought about Bobby in ages. Then, out of the blue, he asks to be my friend on Facebook. Turns out we live one neighborhood apart. I’m in this wanna-be poshy neighborhood where the young, hip, rich and gorgeous live. Trouble is I’m too old to be “young,” I’ve never been hip, I’ve got too goddamn much student debt to be rich and I’ve never been considered gorgeous. So I don’t exactly fit in, but I found a house I really liked and I bought it. Bobby lived about a half-mile from.