“Hmm, what’s that Cory?” said Malcolm turning to her. Seeing her empty glass, he naturally refilled it.“Cory, I said one glass only,” said A...ita.“Oh, dear, my mistake Anita,” said Malcolm contritely. “Old habit I’m afraid.”“Please, Mom, can’t we have just one more glass?” pleaded Cory.“Please Mom?” chimed in her sister.“If I might say, Anita, it’s not like you’re going anywhere in the morning,” said Caroline.Anita rolled her eyes to the ceiling. The glass had already been poured, after all.. It was all making her head spin.“Come on Lena, get a hold of yourself,” she muttered under her breath, trying to stand on her shaky legs. She risked another quick glance past the door, at least it was intended to be quick, now her eyes lingered on the mating pair. Most of the Krell who had been obscuring her view had dispersed and the sound was now diminishing, had they perhaps missed their chance to get in on the action? In parting they had given her a better view of the sordid scene, the. Please do. I rolled up and hunched my shoulders down so my arse would push higher to give him the ok. He took his finger away and I felt a stream of liquid land in my arse crack. He had dribbled a mouthful of spit into my arse. He wiped his finger down my crack to my hole and pressed it into me. I was open. I was needy. His finger slid in until I felt his fist resting in my crack. I jiggled my arse back and forward on his finger and he started a sliding arse fucking motion. I had never been drunk before and this new feeling was very exciting, I was in such a good mood I didn't mind conversing with my stepfather after everyone else had fallen asleep. "Don't tell your mother about this!" He joked, as he poured me a shot of tequila. Not knowing my limit and feeling cocky I asked for 2 more shots. "Nope, 3 shots or no deal" he told me, he had a charming way of making people do whatever he wanted. "You really are amazing, no wonder my mom married you" I said slurring.