Neither of these 2 options were conducive to continued living. "What are you doing? Stop! I cannot breath. What do you want? I am innocent. I will...do anything you want." All of this gushed out in a gurgled rush accompanied by audible struggles to get air into her tortured lungs. "I know my little bird. Your are innocent. They are all innocent. My little visitors begging for my mercy. Pleading to be believed. I believe you, little bird. But you see, it makes no difference. We all. I knew that I had stepped over a line inside that bar. I didn't do it for a purpose. I wasn't trying to find out who sold shit out of the back door. I wasn't trying to gain acceptance into that group. No, I did it just to see how it felt to do it. That was totally an act of immorality, for the sake being immoral. Maybe they were right at the farm. Maybe I had no human emotions or judgment left. Maybe I had become just a fucking machine.I would have to come to some kind of understanding of my. I swung around and fell on to Sandy kissing and licking cumm off of her face. Funny she said I’ve never seen a pussy cumm like your does, gosh that was so beautiful. We laid their for a while in each other arms kissing, but as I kept stroking this still hard cock Sandy rolled over on top of me and I guided her cock into my pussy. Oh how good that felt my legs went around her waist and my mouth sucking on her tits like I wanted her milk. I could feel the orgasm building again as she pounded my. Trouble was, she was not used to drinking; her family background didn't help for they were teatotallers.It wasn't really a party, just a few friends having a few drinks and a laugh. I thought it was a good opportunity to get a few drinks down her throat and have some good sex afterwards. She wasn't dressed particularly sexily, I'm not sure she really knows how to yet, but to me she always looks great. She's not big and busty, but slim with gentle curves and great long legs if she would only.