Carlas parents were liberal, tolerant and absent most of the time. . Anyway, we were on her bed and watch a chick flick on her TV on her bedroom wall... Then she goes and steals a bottle of Vodka from the kitchen and grins wickedly! We pretty much drink the lot and are very drunk by about midnight. Hey, Carla says. Im going to take a shower now ok? I needed one too so I asked if I could join her. She said it was fine and she gave me a blue bikini to wear. She slipped on her brand new pink. "Once that work was done, I put 3 fingers in her pussy, had her put her arms around my neck, and then put my other arm under her ass, and said, "Which way to the bedroom?"She answered, "Up the steps and to the first door on the right."I picked her up and up we went.I laid her on the bed, and said, "I want you to strip me now," which she did. Then I said, "First I want those lovely lips on my dick and give me a good blow job." I sat on the edge of the bed and she got on her hands and knees in. ” I said taking a big swig, looking for any distraction. Brad takes a swig of jack and hands it to me, “Here, this will wipe your hard drive.” “What?” I say ,not understanding as I take the bottle. Brad smiles a little, “it will take your mind off it” he explains. “Oh, now I get it,” taking a little swig. “I can’t remember the last time I drank this stuff.” “Take another one. The first one just greases the skids.” “What’s that?” “Never mind just take another drink” Brad says. I take a bigger. I wasn't horny, I was empty. I had to keep the loneliness away. It had been getting worse and worse lately, and today, with the man from the restaurant ... Well, he figured prominently in my fantasies. He took me, lifting my legs up and back, pressing my body beneath him. He plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt, over and over, all the while staring at me with his intense gaze, boring into my soul.And in my fantasy, for just a moment, I knew that finally, I wasn't alone.I came again and.