Never being a big drinker, by the time Tony arrived I was beginning to feel a bit light headed so it was a relief to get out into the cold night air a... we went out to the car. On the trip back home we made idle small talk, I said nothing of Peter's "misdemeanor". Arriving home I asked Tony in for a coffee, and was mildly surprised when he accepted the invitation.In the kitchen I busied myself making the coffee- it was one of those occasions when nothing seemed to be in it's proper place,. ” The man looked at the gorgeous blonde in front of him and said, “You mean…..” She cut him short and said, “Yes, Dave fucked me in the ass on my thirteenth birthday. He got me d***k after work and he fucked me in the ass. It hurt like a mother fucker and I cried and begged him to stop but he fucked me anyway. For years after that, he’d get d***k and come into my dressing room and sodomize me. He never fucked my pussy, he only wanted my asshole. That was when I started drinking and then he got. “You may call her “Kitty”! She doesn’t, like being called a pussy!” “Kitty?” “She,s got long thick fur, loves to be stroked and if you stroke her enough I,ll purr for you!” she giggled. “Bet she likes cream!” I teased. “You,ll just have to wait and see, won,t you!” she teased back. Soon my fingers were squelching from all the juices she was emitting. “WOW you got lots of juice!” I gasped. “Yes I always do, well oiled am I!” she stated simply. It didn,t take long till she was groaning softly. My nipples are hard and aching, Jack. I know I shouldn't, but all I can think about is your cock. My brother's cock. I want to see it, to hold its hot thickness in my hand, to sink it up my tight cunt."Her eyes flicked from my hard dick up to mine and she smiled. "My mouth waters when I remember what it tastes like, how if felt on my tongue." Jesus, Stacy..."Her hand dropped lower, skimming over the hairless swelling of her mons. With a little pluck, her fingers pinched at her inner lips and.