So just accept that oneway or another you are going to get fucked. If the IRS screwing youdoesn't terrify you, think of this. I had Bubbles slip a h...lf of aroofie in your drink. It won't knock you out but you won't be able toresist. The best part is that you will remember every minute, of what Ipromise will be a very long night for you. With one word from me, myfriend Bubbles will take you back to his place and with the help of abottle of little blue pills, he will spend the whole night. Deciding to share my little hiding spot, I stepped over to the edge of the bales and disappeared into the hidden void. She blinked watching and followed me into the space. I had sat down on one of the upper bales and was smirking as my Dad and Becca's mom had begun a bit of hanky panky below us. She came to sit alongside me and looked down to see my dad facing her mother with his hands gleefully full of her breasts. Her mom had reached behind him and pulled his buttocks up close, pressing his. ‘Yes please,’ she said, squirting a stream of lotion onto her taught belly. ‘Ooo, that’s cold.’ Tim popped the can top, and said, ‘No, Honey. That’s really hot.’ He sat down on the blanket and touched the beer can to the back of her neck. She squealed in surprise. ‘That’s cold.’ After several gulps from the can, he applied some sunscreen on himself, and said, ‘Let me do your back.’ Eve flipped over and Tim rubbed on the lotion, enjoying the round firmness of her bottom a little longer than. The hanging breasts were better than I could have imagined, looking ather from my apartment window. I could see some veins under the skinnear the large aureolas, and there were slight stretch marks on the topand sides, accentuating their massive size. My belly was plump, andsqueezing it felt so strange, after having been a scrawny guy my wholelife. I looked at my hands; the knuckles, in contrast with those of myslender male hands, were slightly dimpled in, instead of being knobbybumps. My.