Anyway we're both straight as arrows so I'm not worried about Mark attacking my junk. We also had two "Mystery Pills," we'd gotten from this guy outsi...de the d**g store, all he said was that the pills would make us party all night. So we're watching some awful movie high off our asses, waiting for the pills to kick in so we could shake off our depression, when Mark gets his "brilliant," idea."Hey Drew, let's fuck with my sister." Mark and his sister Amy hated each other, and Amy was hot as fuck. ...” Mark trailed off without completing a coherent thought. “Take off your clothes, Mark,” Amy said. Her tone was friendly but firm. “All your clothes. Then kneel before me with your hands behind your head.” Mark still didn't move. “NOW, Mark!!” Amy shouted. Mark jumped in surprise. He blinked, swallowed, then started removing his shirt. And that was how it had started several months earlier. That particular day, Amy had ordered them to be at her house at 12pm sharp. And had given specific. ” Anthony suggestsShaken, Maggie asks. “What!”Anthony slides his thumbs in the knicker’s waist band, no response from her. He forces them down as far as they can go, his thigh stops the descent of her only clothing, still no objection, her pussy is almost exposed to the video camera.Anthony slides her knickers to her feet, Maggie steps out of them and places her feet a couple of feet apart offering a clear view of her pussy, her mound had been shaved bald this morning. She still has her arms. ’ After Buster, I decided that a mutt was a much better dog to own than a pedigree. So, I returned to the Animal Rescue League and adopted Brandy. Brandy, Dachshund and Shepherd, was a funny looking dog that the rescue had difficulty placing. Imagine for a second, a dog that looks like a German Shepherd, ears, coloring, and tail, but has an elongated body with short little legs. My brother used to call him Low Rider. Yes, I wondered that too, which the father was, the Dachshund or the Shepherd..