This is just too terrific, he thought, she’s naked, drunk and wants more beer. And I’m horny as hell. He finished his beer on the way to the ki...chen, opened another and chugged half of it by the time he got back to the bathroom. John handed another bottle to his wife. “C’mon, be my Bitch, show me what you got,” she slurred as her tongue ran over her teeth and she took another long drink. She was working on her fourth, and normally three got her a little wild. He finished his second. She said my name one more time and waited for a second. She then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I could feel her hot breath on the head of my dick and it was driving me crazy. My dick grew hard in seconds, but I still acted as though I was a sleeping and she was buying it, since I am such a heavy sleeper anyways. I opened my eye a slit and saw a remarkable sight. She was lying there analyzing my cock with one hand while she rubbed her pussy through her underwear with. I felt I could be more in control in Alabama. The psychiatrist had been correct about that.The holiday had helped clarify that even more. I didn't feel comfortable with Will's plan, but I needed to be a part of helping the Lauders, Thornton, and Dorothy succeed, so I dealt with it the best I could.Grandfather was most important to me and Brooke was next. Dorothy was almost as important as Brooke and in a similar way. It hit me that thinking of Dorothy like I did Brooke, was the way the way for. But you have to believe me when I say that Gina and I had done just about everything sexually, including gangbangs, and bestiality. Necrophilia was the only thing we'd never gotten around to. So now we were going to do the last sexual fantasy left to us. We decided to have our party around six the next evening. Mark wanted to invite a female friend of his who loved to "play dead", to attend the party. The idea turned me on like crazy. To find a woman who was going to be as perverted as a bunch.