The truth was; I was addicted... to a goddamn cheating whore! Could I get a patch or something to help me kick the habit? Was there a half-way house I...could use? There was probably some support group someplace where I could stand up, tell my name, and then admit I was addicted to a slut. That scenario was way too embarrassing and I quickly dismissed the thought.I sat there and tried to think of a solution. It had to be one where the guy fucking Theresa died after his balls were crushed and then. It was red, puckered and leaking spunk, soo horny.For the rest of that day Sylvie would smirk every time Collette or I entered the room. She even took our flirting a little further by "accidentally" brushing against me.Malcolm had bought Collette a course of golf lessons for her 18th birthday and it became the new routine that she and Malcolm would go off to the club at about 09:30 on Sunday. Collette would have her lesson and then join her dad on the course for 9 holes. We would go and join. "I hope you did what I asked and didn't swallow any of that," said Michelle as she sided up to Carla and tweaked one of her nipples. Carla shivered with excitement at Michelle's touch and could only shake her head to confirm that the cum was still in her mouth. "Good girl," said Michelle, "because I'm pleased to confirm that you've got the job. Now open you mouth and show me that cum." Michelle opened Carla's mouth with her fingers, causing the cum to run down Carla's chin and dribble onto her. ..“I know a genuinely nice guy when I see one. And I know a physical imbalance when I see one of those too” I said “Drink can make us happy, sad, violent, passive, friendly, solitary, and all sorts of other things. But do you know the single most dangerous thing it does?”“What?” He snapped.“It lowers our inhibitions. Reveals our innermost secrets. Desires we wouldn’t otherwise share with the world. Tell me the truth Steve. Tell yourself the truth. Did the drink make you want to behave the way.