Me- susma ji aap to daaru se v naseeli chij haiSusma- chup saale bahut bol raha haiMe- mauka to do bahut kuch kar v sakta huSus- kitno k saath kiya ha... kuchMe- tere jaisi koi mili hi nahi yaar itni kantaap maal.To usne mere ko tappad mara phir maine usse bahut manaya to phone karne ki permission di usne to maine phone kar ke apni bail karwayi phir main uska wait karne laga police station k bahai ki kab wo aaye wapas ghar jane ke liye thodi der me wo bahar aayi ghar jane k liye jahan police. She grabbed him again, getting the back of his t-shirt dirty. She peeled off her work gloves and thrust her fingers into his hair. Lionel lifted his face for a moment. Their eyes met and communicated. Just as she was about to say something, he started in on her neck. All the smarty-pants quips evaporated from her mind. Her breath went hot and still in her throat. She panted little noises of delight until she felt him tug at the hem of her t-shirt. ‘Cut that out,’ she said, blushing, ‘let’s go. . to have to go around with such a hungry, horny little pussy... not being able to fill it with anything more than your fingers. "I'll bet you would love a nice hard fat cock shoved deep in that hot little pussy, wouldn't you? I'll bet your pussy is screaming for a thick hard shaft to open it up and fill it to the brim, isn't it?"Please..." Beverly whimpered."Or maybe you would like a hot mouth and tongue to work over that soft pink hole. How about that–wouldn't you like to have a warm, wet. Gimme anotherone.”

 Maddox gets up and saunters into the kitchenette and I stare at him hard. 
“Bro. No more, she’s bad enough as it is.”

Maddox is also pretty lit but just slaps me on the back and takes the bottle back into the living room. Jackson has Tryst on his lap with his arms around her “helping” her play COD and I decide I need a beer with my blunt. 
By the time I’m done with my second beer the wine is empty, Jackson and Maddox are drunk trying to play COD and Tryst is passed out.