Well, Chris turned 18 just two days ago. Professor Harris, Chris’ mom, was throwing a birthday party for her son. Gail and her roommate, Wendy, had...been included on the guest list. Most of the party goers were Chris’ friends from high school. There were a few adult family members in attendance. One other guest was a strikingly beautiful auburn haired woman from Chicago. The beauty’s name was Gayle (note the spelling) and a college friend of Professor Harris’. Since the party was really a teen. With my balls drained my mrs suggests we got to bed, i dont argue, as i colapse on the bed im straight to sleep. The next morning i wake up and go downstairs to see my sister-in-law is still here, i eat breakfast while wondering what i should say, she starts telling me my mrs said we have to go shopping so i say fine. I say to my mrs we will have to wait for ages when we get there, she says thats why you and my sister are going, i make out like im annoyed as i agree to it. Its really hot. She lifts her ass up off my stool and starts bucking it into the air. She stops moving for a second, and pulls her wet fingers out of her pussy still massaging her clit with the other. Her whole body tightens up and she let's out a loud moan as she arches up on her toes and starts shaking as a long milky white liquid shoots out of her pussy a couple of feet, some of it hitting my sculpture but most of it hitting her legs and the floor. A second arc comes out with a little less force dripping. "He'll never come back again, I swear he won't. I'll tell him I'll never see him again." Nix, baby, you already tried that," Dippy reminded her irritably. "And it didn't work. We don't want sloppy drunks hanging around our Stage Door Entrance. It gives the studio a bad name. Uh-uh! The next time he shows, you're out! And that would be a shame. Because you got talent, kid. You got what it takes. You still wanna go west, don'cha?" You know I do, Mr. Gallagher," Tiffany wailed as pathetically as.