'I looked across into the lounge room to see the birthday boy asleep on the couch. He was super relaxed and more than just mellow, he'd had more to dr...nk than he should have. He was drunk, and likely to stay on the couch for the next few hours.Richard Angus Martin the Third, known when he was in the good books as Richard The Third, and when he wasn't, as Richard The Turd. Mostly he was called Richard The Turd, or simply just, The Turd, and he'd managed to wipe himself out, again.I looked back. Deciding there was only one thing she could do at this point, she struggled to turn her head to the side as Taylor was lifting her yet again. Leaning over, Laney sank her teeth into the soft flesh of Taylor's forearm and bit down hard. She felt the smooth skin give under her teeth and heard the piercing scream from deep inside Taylor's lungs filling her eardrums over the shouts of encouragement from the crowd surrounding the warring hellcats. Taking advantage of Taylor's distraction, Laney. As I made breakfast for Melissa he came in from the barn. "Look I thinkthis idea stinks a bit but it's only fair you should be at your Dad'sbirthday so ok lets run with it. But on no account does anyone tell Amandaand you also better square it with your mum first," he said.I dropped what I was doing and went over to him throwing my arms aroundhis neck I hugged him and said, "Oh thanks George you're a star." As hestruggled out of my grip a bit embarrassed by the situation I kissed hischeek and. I knew what hewanted, and I really didnt want to argue. I rolled onto my back asAllen used his hands to reach up my short night dress and search outthe folds of my pussy. A few minutes later he was squatted over thetop of me, thrusting in and out of me. I tried my best to think aboutthe previous days sex with Matthew and run a those memories through mymind, but the truth was I just couldn't get properly aroused andAllenfinished up way before I was anywhere near orgasm, leaving me.