If I got a single shot of vodka down her, and I just gave up and undid the straps after a while and let her use the bathroom, she staggered unsteadily...away.There were these grunting noises, I panicked, the bitch was doing something, I found she had locked the bathroom door, it needed three good kicks before it began to budge and then I had to get my shoulder against it and by the time I got it opened it she was drinking water from the washbasin.She smiled drunkenly, "Haha!" she sputtered, "Not. "I could tell she was a little put off by the weirdness of the question."Ok, thanks, sorry for bothering you." I said and closed her door.I walked down the hall, in utter shock.I had dreamed it up, but now I had another problem, I couldn't stop thinking about my sister sexually, and I was upset that it never happened.And I can't tell which problem is worse.________________________________Meg sat in her room, thinking to herself."Oh god, does he know? Was he awake? Is he upset?" she thought. I managed to squirrel a hand in under her as well, and shoved two fingers into her pussy – in response, she shifted slightly further back, so that my mouth could devour her clit whilst I pistoned the fingers roughly and rapidly in and out of her sex-hole. Before long, she climaxed as well – her second orgasm, and I thought it seemed at least as powerful as the first.My teacher climbed off my naked prone form, and then bent to give me a soft kiss, one of her hands gently tracing down my body to. John knew that he had two choices, either give up his wife or go to prison for statutory rape and lose her anyway.“Do you want me to come home?” Allison asked, after a long period of non-response from John.“No! Stay with Eric, you can come and get your things tomorrow while I’m at work,” John told his wife.“Fine! I will!” Allison said and hung up the phone.“Sorry about that. I had to give him a chance, but he didn’t take it. If you still want me, I’m yours,” Allison told Eric.“Dinner can wait,”.