We were the only two in our group that loved to shotgun as much as we did and we were the only two, who could shotgun a 24oz can. Everyone else always...fucked it up and spilled beer every where, after a few moments of chugging.I jabbed a hole in the side of the can, raised the hole to my lips, popped the tab and let the ice cold fluid gush down my throat. I felt it almost instantly, the room spinning just a little as the alcohol filled my system much faster then normal. That was the point of a. He found Beauchamp pacing the room; on perceiving him Beauchamp stopped. "Your arrival here, without waiting my visit at your house to-day, looks well, sir," said Albert. "Tell me, may I shake hands with you, saying, 'Beauchamp, acknowledge you have injured me, and retain my friendship, ' or must I simply propose to you a choice of arms?" Albert," said Beauchamp, with a look of sorrow which stupefied the young man, "let us first sit down and talk." Rather, sir, before we sit down, I must demand. But she knows him better then anyone he though and knows how sick he is and the level of degradation he needs in his life . So over the next months she made soure to tease him with her body and and mind and slowly make him ready for what's to come by making him a dribbling idiot who would do anything to get to cum. And every time she fucked his lose and huge arse she would tell him to think about a horse fucking it about being taken up the arse by a stallion and having his cave of a arse filled. .“Now Beth you are talking to a person who has not had a man in a long time and when I have a “good night” I feel just like you look.” Jill could be quit forward as Beth was finding out.Beth looked at her for a few moments and feeling a little embarrassed. “Jill, can I talk to you about something without you thinking I am off my rocker, Friend to friend?”“Why sure, I won’t be judgmental.” Her interest was really peaked by now.“Jill, do you believe in ... strange happenings?”“Well, I guess.