The girl kept passing out, then puking, then passing out, then puking, and so on. We all sat around the toilet with her to keep her company. I talked ...ith the two guys that brought her in. They were apparently in the middle of starting a threesome when she puked on the bed, so they brought her in to the bathroom.The guys were obviously older and more sober than her. One was probably 6'4", had a lot of tattoos and was naked, in really good shape. The other was a little shorter and still in his. The punch that ended it, didn't look like it should have, but it did. The pundits would be talking a long time about this phantom punch.Bob said with a very serious face, "The fight is over and it's just after nine, your mother won't be home till eleven. Any ideas on what we could do till she comes home?"Terri thought a while and said, "Well, we could play scrabble or cards. If you want we could listen to some records." She appeared to him to be dead serious as she was making these. Humm ek doosre ko poora geela kar chuke the phir maine kaha aunty aap ulta leto abhi….Vo samajh gayi ki ab uski gaand ki baari hai..vo jaldi se ulti ho gayi maine. Apne haathon se unki gaand ko failaya aur apne lund ched pe daal ke zor se andar jhatka maara…vo hil gayi..usi samay kehne lagi rukja saale bahut dard ho raha hai rukja lekin maine nahi suna aur teen chaar jahtke maare…..vo sun padh gayi aur ahhhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh karne ke baad behosh si ho gayi…lekin main nahi ruka aur unki. When I went down to the hall I saw my mom curled up on the sofa drinking coffee. I didn’t even bother to put on a shirt, I basically half jogged to her and got on top of her and started to kiss her. The beautiful aroma of coffee and my mothers perfume wafted through me and that just intensified the pleasure at the desperation of her kiss, like she wanted this really badly, made it much better. As she took off her shawl, I undressed her from her nightgown in 2seconds flat. From secretly watching.