I had been at a girlfriends house trying to score.This chick was a real psycho!I had to take at least a gram of coke and a hundred bucks anytime I wen... over there expecting to get laid.Shed spend all night cleaning her little 2 room flat over in lake highlands while I patiently waited on the couch hoping shed get tired and come sit down.Well after about three hours and half a bottle of sky vodka I'de had enough.Jumping to my feet and saying in a loud vouce fuck this shit I told her to shove it. “Bri-an,” she sang as she came into the room.“Rachel! How are you, honey? What’s up?”“Well, Doug is stuffing his big old cock up Sandy and I needed a big old cock stuffed up me. Do you have a big old cock you could stuff in me?”“Rachel? You want to make love?” I asked. I glanced at Liz. She was lying on her side giggling.“Ye-es.” How the hell do girls keep turning one syllable words into two syllables? “The twins are a year old. I don’t want our baby to be too far behind them.”“Our baby?” You. Paul’s eyes widened, glanced at me, then glanced back to her. He smiled and nodded. Jess would tell me later that she had invited him back for a future “play-date” so she could have another round with that: “magnificent specimen” were her exact words. Size doesn’t matter, right ladies? Pfft. So typical.Andre looked around for a basket or something to throw his cum soiled wipe in. There wasn’t anything. But not to worry.“Aaron,” Amelia said, seeing his predicament. “Can you please take their. “What will it be?” I asked simply without turning to face her.“I think there’s Jesse James Bourbon in there, neat will be fine,” she replied.I poured a couple of fingers into a tumbler and turned about to find the gun pointing in my general direction if not squarely aimed at my head as she had done earlier. I wetted my lips before asking “What?”“I’m sure it’s impolite to serve drinks with gloves on… at least black leather gloves!” she offered.“Hmm,” I replied non-committedly. I looked from her.