One of us, usually the person who had any alcohol, would make it and then everyone else would have to drink it. It was a Friday night in the middle of...October. Bob had used his computer skills to perfect a good fake ID. This was the first night we tried them out and we ended up getting drunk at a Ladies night they were having at one of the local bars. Bob and Steve took off for some other party so Aly, Stephanie and I were back in her room watching Star Trek reruns. I was a little drunk and. .. almost. The soft feminine cries that were clearly a product of joy came in the voice of their mother, though, and the equally soft grunts AJ made as he stiffened and fertilized their mother, were clearly the voice of the man they knew only as AJ.Watching once was enough. The other three times those whines and grunts woke them during the night, the two teens, sleeping in each other arms, only wiggled closer together, before falling asleep again.In the morning as they got ready to roll, Frank. I began stroking my dick as I stared, and after only a few strokes I began spurting wads of warm semen all over his legs. He was very excited by how fast I'd shot my load, and I watched in awe as he stroked his foreskin until he shot a copious load all over my chest, belly and pubic hair. I knew we would get high and masturbate together again. A few days later he dressed me up in a garter belt, stockings and high heels and made me stroke his foreskin, while I masturbated with my right hand,. I walked out of his office under my own power and waved off a nurse’s offer of a wheel chair. As long as I could stand I wasn’t going to be pushed around like an invalid. I felt that if I sat in it I would never get out again. I was at the door when it opened from the other side. There stood Billie the Kid and her mother, Wanda.“Mr. Hamar!” the child exclaimed. “I was worried about you. Guess what!”“Hello Billie,” I greeted her. “Hello Ms. Martin.” I nodded to Wanda who seemed to be positively.