He tried to hold Lisa’s head and force her to drink but she twisted her head violently trying to keep away.Fucking bitch. Lamont took his belt and ...ooped through the buckle around her neck and pulled tight.HA HA look she is turning red. Lamont released the belt, gasping for air Lisa had her mouth wide open. Cyrus pushed the bottle deep into her mouth and started to pour the foul mixture down her throat.Lamont pinched her nose tight. Drink it, Ha Ha.Drink it you little Slut.The piss/beer. Okay, I was going to shoot as many of them as I could with the Sharps—I hoped for three. I got ready as some sort of ceremonial dancing was started by a shaman, and he was tossing dust and other stuff around as he danced. Again, I had no idea the significance of what was going on, but I was going to shoot as soon as I could get ready.I assumed the prone position and steadied the Sharps barrel against a tree trunk as I lined up my shot. I was not in a great hurry because I wanted the Indians to. As the pieces fell into place in her head, Nicole began to get more excited. Unexpectedly, she could no longer deprive herself."Do you want to fuck me, little brother?" she asked, smugly. Nicole slipped two fingers into her soaking wet slit, reveling in her own depravity. Billy's expression was priceless, filled with cynicism and overt jubilation. His conflicting emotions were pulling him in opposite directions, but seeing his stepsister fingering herself right in front of him, forced him back. Prince Mojo was peering out of the half door of the stable watching him approach with keen attention. George could see that he was just aching for some exercise. That silly girl, Josefina, the exercise rider was late this morning. George decided he would ride Prince Mojo to take off the edge before the big race. Josie was a hard working girl but sometimes she liked to party too much in the evening and she liked to get her full allotment of sleep no matter what. He really couldn't fault her for.