“What is the drink?” asked Ana“Basically, coconut milk with vodka” smiled the bartender. Basically, because it also had a drug that would make...the girls keep conscience but be unable to fight against anything they do to them. The bartender presented them the mug, and it had the shape of a medium dick!The girls started to laugh but said they would do it, so with their hands to their back and the mug dick inside their mouths the bartended filled the mug with the drinksAna felt the drink starting. I never said a word about the movie, but would often sneak into dad's closet and grab it to watch. Who knows how many times I watched that movie. It was easily three dozen times. Then, one day it was gone. I was so bummed.So, then a year later, guess who came to dinner? That's right, Malcolm.He was a lot older but his tough demeanor had not changed one bit. He was only in town a few days, he told us.Mom quickly offered to let him stay at our house. "You know we have a guest bedroom. As he closed the door and put her bag down, Helen took in the view from her window before turning to face him. As soon as Helen turned they were kissing. Deep, passionate kisses.They stripped hurriedly, touching and kissing each other throughout, before she threw back the bed cover and the sheets and they were lying side by side in each other's arms. Two lovers in a hotel bedroom, wanting, needing and desperate to fuck each other.They kissed deeply again, their tongues exploring each other's. “Let me see it,” he said urgently.I leaned against the wall and he knelt before me while I pulled my skirt up once again to show my young stud my pussy, this time completely nude. Well, except for my old-fashioned bush. I wished for a moment that I had thought to trim the triangle of unruly hair, but then a feeling of pride swept over me and I proudly let him look. His hands smoothed along my thighs and I spread my legs a little further apart. His nose nuzzled my hairy triangle and I felt faint.