Not alkies, but the likes of me who try to hide in a bottle.What's that? You didn't know there was a difference? Yeah, well, there is! Alcoholics drin... because they are addicted to the stuff. When they've got it bad enough they will drink just about anything that contains alcohol. Some of us don't get addicted; we can take or leave alcohol as we please. We are choosy about what we drink and only consume the stuff to turn our minds into mush. We choose to drink ourselves into oblivion as much as. I'm in the room next to Jake's, and unless I'm mistaken, I'm going to be hearing a lot more than kissing coming from there tonight."Sandy smiled mischievously and said, "I can find another place for us." Not a problem," my mother said, hugging Sandy hello.Someone cleared her throat behind Sandy, and I looked up to see another pretty girl, roughly Sandy's age, standing there. "Oh, sorry, I got distracted," Sandy explained."I could see that," the girl said."Everyone, this is my roommate Natasha,". I slipped the head of my cock up to her pussy and worked it around the outer bands, before inserting the head of my cock. Jackie fingered the shaft of my cock, pushing me deeper into her pussy. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my cock, pulsating. She let out a moan as I shoved my pelvis up against her firm ass. I worked my hips back and forth, slowly and rhythmically at first, then faster and faster, as I jammed my cock deep inside of her.“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh.”“Oh, oh, oh,. It didn't stop my sobbing, but itdid seem to get rid of my blubbering.He looked down into my eyes, and then, in slo-motion, he put his otherhand on my other shoulder, doubling the comfort he was trying to giveme, and the warmth. Red saw I was looking up at him, and he tried tosmile, tried to convey to me that 'everything will be alright' kind ofvibe.It didn't work. But man, I sure appreciated the effort. I'd known Reda long time, and I'd never seen him like this before.The tears still raced.