When Friday afternoon comes they drink themselves into stupor. They take care of job and obligations during the week alright, but during the weekend i...'s as if they change into someone else. Mom did just that. At the beginning she didn't want me to see her drunk so I think she waited to start to drink seriously until I had gone to bed and that was easy before I was a teenager. In my preteens I never was much for late nights. Early to bed and early to rise is and was my motto.It all started when. "The three of them sat at the kitchen table and had a cup of coffee, talking about each other's backgrounds a bit. The sisters were three years apart in age, 31 and 28. Bonnie was the oldest. They inherited the house from their dad, along with the remaining mortgage and decided it was better than renting, but the house payment was difficult for them to manage on their two small salaries. They wanted to take care of it since they got it from their dad, but it was a challenge. They admitted to. “Oh I’m sorry.”He coughed again and went slightly red in the face, but soon recovered and opened his mouth for more.“It’s good to see that blonde Hannah is so considerate.”“Don’t speak too soon!”“I guess it’s all relative, brunette Hannah can be a right sadistic bitch.”Hannah reacted instinctively with a slight intake of breathe. Damn! She knew Tom was just teasing her. And now he was smiling. Shit.“Careful mister, look where you are and where I am.”“Yes?”“If I don’t release you, how long will. Tell me Im better than him. I cant speak, only moan and pant as your dick seems to push all the way into my stomach. You grab my throat, making me open my eyes in shock as you tighten your grip. Your nose nearly touches mine, youre so close to my face. You repeat yourself in an angry whisper, each word concluded with a violent thrust into my pussy- Tell. Me. Im. BETTER. I cannot control my body and the tingling between my legs turns into an all-encompassing fire. I cum hard, juices leaking.