Molly’s brow was furrowing, and she was getting visibly drunker to boot.“So what? You’re all just going to fucking judge me?” Molly asked angr...ly, gaining that ‘drunk composure’ you get when you’re drunk and angry. Pretty soon she’d lose it if no one did anything to diffuse the situation. “Honey, it’s okay.” Chris tried to soothe her. “We just think that maybe when you’re like this we should try to avoid a… a situation or something.” Chris clumsily worded. I got the impression that normally he. “Fair enough,” I say.Brittany gets up and tells me she is going to clean the bathroom and living room up before my parents get home.Wayne staggers into my room and asks, “are you ok DW?”Brittany cuts him off and says, “sssshhhh, my Boo Boo Bear needs his rest and you have done enough and need to leave.”After Brittany leaves the room, Wayne peeks his head in and says. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Boo Boo Bear” as he laughs. I say nothing and try to get some sleep.Monday morning I get up for. My muscles worked his cock over and over while we both remain perfectly still and I held my breath and began to shake. It was over in a flash of heat and I released and relaxed and he slowly slid his cock out of me and he was still rock hard. “Did he cum?” I wondered. “Maybe not,” I thought and turned around. I wrapped my hand around his swollen staff and squeezed it gently. I slid his cock through my fingers using my own juices down to the base and then back up real slowly. It was sweet and. I stopped counting somewhere in the 70s.Slowly they began to leave, until I was the only one in the room. My anal cavity was so sore I would need a pillow for the next few days and cum was still dripping out of it as I tried to gather myself. Sliding to the right side of the toilet, arms still tied around the tank, I was almost unrecognizable. My hair was matted and hard from dried cum. My mascara had been smeared long ago and as it mingled with the fresh cum left there, it left a glossy sheen..