’ Jenny nodded a strong no, ‘No … Bil .. Billy, I don’t drink!’ Billy, truly flabbergasted, stared at her, and then asked, ‘You mean you h...ve never had a drink?’ ‘That’s right, Billy, I don’t like to drink.’ With a smirk he handed her the can and got a new one. ‘If you have never had a drink, then how do you know you don’t like it?’ he said in a forceful tone. ‘Now be sociable and drink with me.’ With that he held the can to her lips and tipped it up so she would have to drink or make a mess.. ’ He laughed, and laughter turned to tears. I just held him and comforted him as best I could. *** The week of mourning passed, life returned to more or less normal. We did normal things. Went out with friends, had drinks, had fun. We didn’t have sex though, we just didn’t find the mood again. . One day I came home to find him back early, pacing and fidgeting with his hands like a kindergartner preparing to tell his mom he broke the window. He flashed a nervous smile at me when he noticed I was. 'I'll phone your dad to come get you' he yelled to her. James picked up the phone to dial and in that second had a brainwave,he remembered that her friend had said to sandy on facebook that she could stay at hers.her dad wouldn't be expecting her home till morning. James put the phone down. James picked the barely concious sandy up and brought up to the bedroom.he tossed her on the bed and looked at her. Sandys longish brunette hair was all over the place her layers of make up were smeered over. Suck my balls. Lick down to my asshole queerboy!" Rev. Carl ordered. I followed his instructions and soon I was licking his asshole while I stroked his cock. "Suck my ass you pathetic wimp! You won't ever fuck that hot cunt you just married, will you, you dickless loser!" After a while he pushed me off him and said, "Get your little sissy faggot ass up in the air. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!" I got on my hands and knees with my shoulders down and my ass up. I was trembling with fear at.