But I drank my own favourite- Rum and Coke, the smooth Bundaberg brand imported from far-off Australia. Even though each of the perspiring bottles I d...wned contained 1.6 "standard" drinks- whatever they were, and I fancied that, given the Australian's reputation for holding their liquor it must be impressive- I drank six of them over the course of the five hours I was at the party. Nearly ten of those "standard" drinks. The next-best of my competitors was only able to down five beers, and even. The cuckold sissy had been here, for twelve months, twelve months of simpering frustration, any signs of disobedience long since thrashed out of him. All his former maleness removed, his hair grown down to his shoulders, eye brows plucked, long fingernails, forced to wear mascara and lipstick, he was the complete feminised sissy. Amused by the cuckold frustration, she smiled at the thought, well he comes once a month, when he has a wet dream, she knew this because every morning she inspected. Pura bed bikhara hua. Aur didi jiski jabardast chudi hui thi woh bed pe nangi padi thi. Aur jor jor se haaf rahi thi.Didi ki chuchi uper niche kar rahi thi Didi ke pass itni bhi himmat nahi thi ki woh uth kar apna badan dhak le. Woh mujhe dekh kar usi tarah nangi padi rahi. Sonu ne bola, “Rahul chal apni didi ke badan pe padi meri sperm ko saf kar.” Tabhi di ne bola, “Sonu yeh maat karo Sonu please, woh mera bhai hai.”“Oh ho Puranmashi abhi tak sharam nahi gayi tumhari? Chalo tab to ab Rahul. I loved being home with my family, playing with Benjamin, spending hours over lunch with Jim and Millie, and playing house with six spectacular ladies.Once Rebecca noticed my fresh scar, from the bullet wound, I had to give a second by second account of the shooting, and then listen as Rebecca, Colleen, and Beth Ann cross examined Winnie about every detail. To say the least, they weren't happy about someone trying to kill me. When Winnie let the cat out of the bag, about the security people.