I spend Tuesdays waffling between anticipation and fear. On weekends, I never know what she is going to pull. But what about you? You've been here a w...ile now. How do you feel about everything? Especially living with Becky? Do you feel that you have to compete with her?" Well first of all, I have to say that I am very happy. I told Jill that I am enjoying this, and I was not lying. It really is like a family, and I've missed that since I've moved away from home. A family with benefits. I'd. I could feel the inside of her pussy pulling against theskin of my cock, but I felt no resistance to thrustingas deeply and as powerfully as possible into her. Shecertainly didn’t put up any argument; she kept askingfor more. Nice guy that I am, I tried to give it to her.With my hands firmly grasping her ass cheeks, I pulledher onto my crotch. I impaled her on my shaft. She must have felt thepressure like a vise on every thrust, but she certainlydidn’t mind. She was thrashing around. At this moment my brain had been stoned for over thirty six hours and soaked in wine for the same amount of time. My extreme, although unknowingly, self induced brain washing was about to turn me into a extreme cock sucking whore. My stoned state of mind had me ins such a state of mind that I wanted to make sure there was no mistaking what it was that I wanted to do. So my ad started off with, “I am an extreme cock sucking slut. I am in need for as many cocks to suck as I can get so I can suck. Once in the car we headed for home and I would occasionally let my hand slip from the gearshift up Jans leg to her crotch, usually when we had pulled alongside a high vehicle and we had the attention of the driver, I got Jan to wind her seat back further than normal and spread her legs so that the mini skirt rode up above her panties, at one stage I had my fingers probing her pussy as we pulled alongside a truck giving the driver plenty to look at. Jan was very excited and could not wait to get.