As she read out title after title from Hitchcock and Spielberg, Cameron and Scorsese, Tarantino and Coraci he rejected each one as either “too girly...�� or “too boring” or “too long” or “not in the mood” and his sister grew increasingly frustrated. “Well what do you want to do, asshole?” she asked him. “I don’t know,” he confessed. “It’s just one of those nights isn’t it!” “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know what I want to do, I just know I want to do something.” That was the crux of it. He said; “Sounds. "And open your mouth. You look parched."Rose couldn't help but obey, for fear that something worse would happen if she didn't. She felt his warm piss splash on her cheek and in her eyes and then, as she opened her mouth, she tasted the acrid liquid. John seemed to take a particularly sadistic delight in the look on her face and aimed the rest of his piss into her open mouth. "Now, swallow", he said and she quickly obeyed, desperate not to taste his piss on her tongue.Within seconds, she felt. " The beautiful lady gave a long sigh, "Sure, I'm not doing anything. I suppose should get some supplies for our party in a few weeks." "Tell him we're all thinking of him!" as Fred turned and walked out of the house. “I’ll keep an eye on the k**s,” he hollered as the door shut. Katie looked back at the computer and wanted to finish the video since she couldn't have sex with her husband. Their k**s followed her husband back over to Phil’s and the house was again quiet. She wanted to see what. "No, no, that's 27 different guys in one day," she giggled, "I sure I had at least a couple them twice." You were a bit of a slut in those days then," I said.Of course I already knew this from her other stories."We both were," she sighed."So tell me all," I said thrusting between her legs now with long slow strokes."Well I can't remember exactly my record day but I try," she said. "First of the day was the guy I had came home with the night before. 7 o'clock and he'll be banging into me to.