The group started with introductions. A younger boy in the corner kicked it off. ‘Hi, I’m Bruce, and I’m an alcoholic,’ he said. ‘Hi, Bruce...,’ the room responded. The girl to his right followed. ‘Hi, I’m Meagan, and I’m an addict and an alcoholic,’ she said flatly. ‘Hi, Meagan.’ And so it continued. Colin knew that when it was his turn to speak, Jillian would be looking at him. He hoped that when that happened he would be able to tell whether or not it was the first time. However, when they. " Without waiting for an answer, she took my hand and simply walked towards her bedroom.I followed. It seemed a natural thing to do at that point. Passing the long-case clock, I said, "Jan, are you sure? For goodness sake, it's ten past eleven in the morning..."The only reply I got was "So?" It was evident that Jan had made her mind up. In any case her bungalow was not overly large, so we'd arrived. I half bumped into her as she stopped. Having made the decision, this time I kissed her, then. In the middle of the night we were woke up by a loud "Crash" coming from her apartment. I slipped out of bed and hurried as quietly as I could next door. Julie's door had been kicked down and there in her living room, facing away from me were those same two idiot cops, guns drawn, one looking right and one looking left. "They gotta be in here Like they was last time when he snuck up on us." No, ass holes, I am right here behind you," I told then and grabbed them around their necks and banged. Faster and faster, until she’s almost convulsing – hyperventilating ... Gasping “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...” to the point that she’s not making a sound anymore, just mouthing the words as she turns red – leaning back further and further until she falls back to the bed ... Her hard belly shaking, her thighs spreading wider and wider, hands on tits, squeezing harder. Looking up at the ceiling ... The dogs head still between her thighs, his tongue still working her cunt – even as she bucks against.