I'm not gay, dammit, but I really want some guy to jump me and screw my brains out." I laughed. "Me too. And the way we look, gay sure doesn't apply."...She wrinkled her nose, nodded, and went back to fingering herself. After the sound effects stopped, I mentioned she was on the rag, and needed to do some cleanup. That got a screech, and she ran for the bathroom. Just then I got a cramp, and knew it was my turn. At least I knew enough to take a Motrin at the first sign. We put off the trip to the. Judy glared, saying, "If you girls want to laugh at me, go ahead. I dare you. And you, you slut. You sit there all smug and holier-than-thou..." Judy turned to the two stunned teenagers and said, "You think she's so cool, one of the girls, cool Aunt Joy. Let me tell you about your cool Aunt Joy. She's the biggest slut that ever lived. She not only screwed all three of her sons, she screwed every guy she ever met, including your father more times than I care to count. She even screwed dogs to. I yawned. The fog of sleep was resettlingI was tired enough to sleep for a year. I still wasn't completely recovered, and with my new furnishings I felt very contented.Very contented indeed ... I gazed at the crackling hearth.And I drifted back to sleep, with flames dancing before my eyes.-Maria-The trip back down was horrible. With every step I took I felt like I was damning myself. My footsteps grew heavier and heavier, and it felt like a great weight was being pressed down onto my. ”We both stepped forward and hugged, just holding each other. I found it comforting and strangely pleasurable even when I felt Savvy’s hands as she cupped my butt cheeks and squeezed.She produced an illicit bottle of peach schnapps, and we spent the evening sipping a glass and exchanging life stories. Eventually, we were both yawning, the misadventures of my day were kicking in, and we called bedtime. Savvy helped me make up my bed with spare bedding of hers.I intended to change in the bathroom.