At least I think I am. But these days thinking is not my foremost talent. Drinking is. I am an accomplished drinker-thinker. I marinate my mind.My bra...in is a pickle.It may have been yesterday that I saw Irene. It may have been the day before. Not that I care much. (Liar!) Ehm... I seem to care. An itch says that I do. But I drink some more and the itch will fade away.I can't tell you much about my day today. My tongue gets in the way. And besides, nothing much happened. Oh, but no, wait! There. His mind was a-swirl with the possibilities. What was going on here thinks to himself? Fate is one thing, but this series of improbable events was so perplexing John couldn’t help but smile and feel some inexplicable force was at work in the world. Is this what poets write about he wondered to himself? Issy falls asleep in seconds and is up at the earliest shade of light due to the time difference. She puts on some jean shorts and a pink t-shirt. Eager to explore the resort Issy heads out to. “Strip, I yelled at Kelsey as I turned on the water.Ali and stood under the warm shower with the bitch Kelsey on her knees between us.I pushed Kelsey’s mouth on my cock. Ali grabbed her hair and pushed Kelsey’s faceon to her mound. Back and forth we used Kelsey’s mouth to pleasure us.Ali and I kissed and ran our hand over our bodies and Kelsey switched her mouth back and forth between us. We stepped out of the shower and I put Ali’s beautiful butt up on the sink counter. I grabbed Kelsey. The monkey had replaced his mouth with hisfingers, and he was presently rubbing one finger up against theboy's hole. As he continued to rub the hole began to contract andexpand a little, as if it were waiting for something to be put into it.Remembering the little monkey that he had ass fucked, the monkeytook one last look as the human boy's gaping asshole, and decidedthat he would fuck him, if he had to hold him down to do it.Standing on his hind legs, he positioned himself behind the boy,and.