Friday afternoon finally arrives and as Dave made his way to the mother's room, he saw that the door was closed (occupied). So, Sarah was already ther... and getting prepared. Dave's excitement grew; what is she doing in there? As he slid into the mother's room, Dave had a very good idea to what Rich felt when had walked in on them. Dave stares in disbelief at Sarah's head being squeezed between a pair of snow white thighs and her tongue burrowing into the depths of the other woman's passion. It. "I don't care what you say, it's still gross. There's nothing you can do to tequila to make it taste good." This is how I used to get drunk when I was kid," Brett told her, secretly agreeing with her. It did taste like shit. "Good old Alabama slammers. The fastest, most tasteless way to get hard alcohol into your system. When you're trying to drink some of your dad's booze without him knowing about it, it's the only way to go."She stifled a burp with her hand, fearing for a moment that more. I start to wonder, what the hell? Does he know his hard cock is rubbing against me or is he just humping me in his sleep? So now I'm all turned on to the point I've got chill bumps, and I'm wondering what should I do? Should I lay here and pretend I'm asleep and let him hump on my pretty little pantied ass till he cums all over me or should I try to pull away and try and wake him up? I was so horny myself that I decided to step it up a notch, and find out what he would do. So I slowly turned. I didn’t need any encouragement and started lapping gently, although I did notice that she was a lot wetter then normal, she was obviously turned on by the situation I had got myself into. It was not that long before she was getting more excited, I could tell by her wetness and the pressure of her thighs as she squeezed my head. All of a sudden she bucked and forced my head even further into her crutch almost asphyxiating me as she came. She let go and.