When she’d finally cooled off, she asked me, “What are you doing today?” It was almost noon at that point, and an annual “Beer Olympics”—a...giant day party in Costa Mesa—was beginning in about two hours. When I told Courtney about it, she flipped out. “Oh, so you’d rather play fucking beer pong than hang out with me?” I tried to reason with her but it was hopeless. Then she threatened to leave. Normally, I’d let the girl go, but this girl was far too shit-faced to drive for my conscience to. Please don’t waste your time asking me what her name is because I have to confess, I don’t have a single clue.She was young and comely.She slept on her side, but I could see her face in the wall mirror on the closet door.Very nice indeed, but totally unfamiliar.I wondered if I was suffering under some form of early onset of dementia with loss of memory as the first symptom.Sure, I had a few drinks but don’t remember getting drunk. As I pondered the past evening, I wondered if I might have. One of the boys living there got in the tub with me, but he had on a Speedo. The top of his boner was poking out the top of the waistband. Everyone else ignored it. The foster parents explained that one of the four girls in my bedroom recognized the stains and smells. She told my foster parents, and that is why they were here with a boy in the tub with me. I know now that using oil-based products for lubrication did way more harm than good. When I asked them if the boy was here to have sex with. Fiona tore at the dildo, discarding the packaging on the floor. As i continued talking filth to her about her colleagues she plunged the black cock into her eager twat. Fiona moaned quite loudly as she pushed it up into her Hungary hole. For ten minutes she fucked herself her pussy stretching and gripping the fake cock like a real tool. “Arrrrgggghhhhhh fuck oh fuck yeeeessss aarrrgggghhhhh”Fiona came noisily, probably louder than she wanted, not loud enough for my liking, the thought of.