“My God, it IS you!” a middle-aged plump and rather greasy man in a suit looked at her wide-eyed. The door was pulled shut by a very large man who...was scowling at Holly. “You’re the biggest story in the country right now! What happened?” Holly wasn’t able to hold a conversation in this state, her brain was truly cum-addled, though she showed a bit of a liking for the large man, it was then the middle aged guy noticed the slick she was leaving behind on his fine leather seats. “Ooh, what is. I was shocked to see who was fucking. My mother was naked from the waist down and her shirt was pushed up so her tits hung free. She was holding on to the windowsill trying to watch out. The man fucking her was the guy from down the street, George Burton.He was home from college on a break and his parents were friends with mine. He was a dick. He was one of those guys who spends his life in the gym. He had his shirt off and his shorts down to his ankles as he fucked my mom. As he drove his cock. It was only supposed to be a sexy show for you, for a laugh......I....”He interrupted her confusion “ I just wanted to ask if I could have....er...a couple of the photos that Mike took...it would be a lovely reminder...I'd keep them hidden very safe...it was a very special day for me.” He was once again the obsequious and grateful old man that she had seen last week when she first took off her bra for him....and it had the same effect on her as it had then, it empowered her.“Oh, Uncle Ted!” she. With that I opened the cabinet to take a good look inside. I quicklycounted more than a dozen bottles of various forms of alcohol, and not aone of them was beer or wine. This was all the harder stuff like gin,bourbon and brandy. However, I didn't waste my time trying to figure outwhat it all was and just grabbed one of the bottles in front, which wassome kind of whisky."It smells pretty strong," I said as I sniffed the contents, then pouredabout a half inch or so into a glass. "Well," I.