.... I was walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel when Randy came tearing down the hall toward me. “Whose car's that in the drive?�... We would have made an interesting site if any of the kids came into the hall right then. Me wrapped in a towel that barely covered the essentials that needed covering and Randy in his boxer shorts. “What car are you talking about, Randy?” The slit in his shorts was opening and closing as he danced back and forth from one foot to the other in his. She was as folded as humanly possible, as he began to stroke inside her. HS muttered, “I won't last long”. Jean replied, “just feed the baby”. HS nutted, repeatedly calling her name. When he was done, she raised his head saying, “don't worry about fucking me, Herbie keeps me well fucked. When you feel the need, just slide in and dump your seed”. Later, HS was sleeping very contently when Herbie and Justin returned. The house was clean and normal and Jean in a simple dress when they came in. My cousin smiled and said she would help. I continued to listen as the girls formulate a plan to get me. My cousin suggested to d**g me but with both girls not knowing where to get one they decided to just get me drunk. Ofcourse if I was drunk they would be able to do whatever they want. So the next day at the party we were all hanging out and my cousin offered me a drink. I said sure just coke and rum. She came back and gave me a fairly strong drink. I milked the drink until 10:30 and told my. The man could see an hourglass outline, a tall woman with long sleek legs, curvaceous and well toned. Her wavy blonde hair fell softly down her back and shoulders. She wore a long black, tight-fitting shiny coat, but it was not long enough to hide her well-defined calves, prominent above her black heels.As she stepped closer to the pole, she undid the belt of her coat, in a teasing, seductive fashion. She meant business. She knew she was being watched. She was the show, there only to perform.