That’s when the booze caught up to me, and I passed out.I don’t know exactly what else happened to me that night, and I probably never well - unle...s some of the photos leak online. The only memory I do have is bright flashes of light from camera phones, and I woke up with my photo Id resting between my tits. The photo ID was proudly proclaiming who I was, telling the world my address and all my details, if you could read it clearly. It, and the rest of my little tits, were covered in cum. Once. I can still see stars when I think about it.“Matt, how dare you get thrown into jail? If there is anybody around here that needs to defend my honor, it’s me.” She grabbed me again, and this time the lip lock continued until Steve, very gently, interrupted.“Look, kids, this little reunion, while touching, has a time limit on it. Matt, I was able to get Suzy included in this meeting by claiming that she is my assistant, my paralegal. If one of the guards comes in, the jig is up, and Suzy will. J. explains to his cousin as Steve goes back upstairs. Presently, both cousins are stripped down to their briefs, socks and backwards baseball caps. They sit back down on the sofa, taking up their game controllers again, unpleasantly aware of the suspiciously wet substance that seems to be splattered all over the sofa… “Oh, shit! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Christine moans loudly as three more powerful orgasms slam into her one after another. Gasping, panting, beginning to glisten with. There were several vehicles sitting in the yard when Josh got there. Mike's minivan, but that wasn't anything new, but a strange pickup was there, too. Josh saw the Siberian Husky head logo on the door of the pickup, and knew that it had to be Greg Mears'. That's all he needed tonight, another dogsled association hassle.Mark, Jackie, Mike and Greg were sitting out in the lawn chairs as he pulled up, each holding beers. Greg's other hobby, in addition to Siberian Huskies and dog association.