“I’m fine, mom. Nothing new about this,” I assured her, as if I hadn’t been crying into my pillow just moments earlier. She sighed and I let h...r hold and caress my hand for a while before she left after she understood I didn’t want to tell her anything more.I didn’t think much about that until she was there again a few weeks later. At least she knocked this time and avoided surprising me. I had not fallen asleep yet anyway, I was just reading on my Kindle. Mom kneeled next to the bed and. The handsholding my arms up force them higher forcing me to lean forward so that myass is open and waiting for this monster cock…"I don't think he wants her to enjoy her time with us…" crude laughteraccompanies the feel of being ripped open by the cock ramming its way throughdry warm flesh into the moist cavern of my body. The friction of each thrustis like fire on my torn bleeding flesh and still it is nothing in comparisonto the monster at my cunt…Fingers incredibly soft and gentle pull the. I don’t care for it. Tastes like old piss to me. I’m more of a Coors kind of guy. Tap the Rockies, man. To my right I can see into the bar. A few hanging lamps dimly illuminate the table where Glen sits, listening to the instructions of Mr. Isaac. I can feel the hard surface of the bar against my back. An ancient jukebox plays a lonesome tune. I can’t place it. I sigh, returning my gaze to the table where Glen and Mr. Isaac sit. I watch Glen’s lips move, and he stands, indicating that their. ”I had experience with Everclear. Every college kid does. It’s a cheap drunk when you mix it with Kool-Aid or whatever. I’ve heard it called jungle juice, among other things. It’s potent, not only because it’s a hundred and ninety proof, but also because you can’t taste it and you therefore drink it too fast.“They got me in a bedroom with the quarterback and helped him take my clothes off. I kept trying to tell them no, but I couldn’t. And then he said he loved me and he had sex with me. He.