Yes," he groaned. "I needed that. You've always been a goodfriend." I continued sucking, going back to my old patterns, and the feelings ofexcitem...nt mixed with shame and humiliation filled my head. "Tell me about Lisa's pussy. And her nipples. I love her little tits.Does she take it up the butt? How is she at giving head?" The string ofassaults came out like a barrage. "Stop, Drew," I demanded, pulling my head up. "I'm just trying to get off, buddy, don't worry," he assured me,. I wish this could be real but it isn’t. But I will try my best to make it sound real.The narrator of the story will change in each story based on the plot. If you have doubts, questions or feedback or even you are interested in having a chat, you can reach me at If you think I can do better in any aspect, please do write to me. I will be more than happy with the feedback.Let me introduce you to the characters: Sujata (Mom): Age – 50, Rajesh (Dad) Age – 55, Priya (Eldest sister) Age – 30, Arun. They had two great k**s. So this night went as normal, the Wilsons went out and I played with the k**s till they went to sleep. I sat on the couch drinking wine waiting for the Wilsons to come home. It was about ten when Mrs Wilson, or Lisa, came in the door, very very drunk. She had four older guys with her. They were drunk also. The men were having a bachlor party, I am not sure where Mr Wilson was. I just remember Lisa could hardly walk and I felt I had to protect her from something stupid. You were not Voguel, nor should this be able to occur like this. I have dreamt of my mother often over the years, but you are nothing like her. So, end your mindless tricks and show me who you really are.“The woman’s eyes twinkled, a small amount of pride appeared in her eyes and she shook her finger at me.“Ahh, ahh, ahh, Davik. Such impolite and rude accusations, did I not teach you better? Is that any way to speak to your mother, young man?”I had to give it to this person, she was giving a.