.. I let me explain. Your sister called the house saying that the party was turning ugly, she was drunk and couldn't drive home. So I went and picked ...er up. When we got back we were talking had some wine. We started talking about girl stuff and sex and stuff... things... just... happened. Soon we were kissing and stuff... wound up in here. Hey I told you I was bi... I guess your sister is too." Shit, she's drunk. She doesn't know..." Oh please... being drunk doesn't turn you bi, don't be. Brenda kept her pussy neatly trimmed so none of her dark hair showed beyond the edges of her bikini crotch. Liz's own puss was fine and lightly colored enough as to be scarcely noticeable, and just for fun sometimes helped a strand or two escape the confines of her bathing suit."What do you think," Brenda asked, turning as if to model her outfit. "Too much?" Yes. Too much, I'd say. Take some more off!" Liz was playing, drunk enough not to care and horny enough to get a kick out of being. Where are they. Have they died? What happened to them and their Spirits. What about all those memories?"You Goof!" shot into my consciousness.At first I thought it was Marilyn back with me. But that wasn't right. This was a younger voice. Plus I was sure it had to be someone who was already connected to me. "Valerie," I thought."Right on," she replied and she seemed to appear before me. This time she was more substance than shadow.I guess I was learning a new skill. You know what I mean, taking. “That’s more like it!” He again pushed her head down while she was still heavily breathing, as Padme’s throat once again contracted around the edge of the bounty hunter’s penis.“Look up at me” he ordered, as Padme’s eyes opened and looked above her, her eyes watery and slightly red.“You know how it feels like to know that you have one of your greatest enemies, who happens to be an ex-queen, on her knees, sucking you dry to save herself?” he asked mockingly. She could clearly hear what the.