I opened the vodka bottle and poured some it straight into the melted water from the ice cubes. "Who's a dirty boy then?", she smiled. "You really wor...ked my ass", "would you like to put your cock in there?". I sipped my drink and before I had chance to answer, she had spun round onto her knees again. She slipped one hand round to her butt cheek and found her swollen hole with her finger. " Put your finger in me", she urged. I placed one finger against her butt hole and pushed . I was amazed at. For the last time. One remark about how I looked like a well-dressed gorilla. That was enough to retire the shirt.I kept it because it was still my favorite shirt, even if its folded shape stayed unmoved in a year from its nesting in the back left corner of my shirt drawer. By now, I've gotten into a grungy punk thing with my friends. I keep thinking about how it might be cool to make an ironic statement by ripping off the embarrassingly short arms and scissoring, in rude cuts, the tight. Anyone can fuck, but I want to love you." "You do!? What do you mean?" "I mean that you mean more to me than that. You're very special to me." Soon, my jeans were along side hers on the floor.We stepped into the warm water of the shower and I grabbed the soap and lathered Laura's back. I wet a wash cloth and worked it in, giving her a good scrubbing. Moving lower, I washed her butt and worked into her crack. Her little starfish twitched as I passed over it. Turning her around, I washed her from. My brother on his back and they were just using his body as their personal toy. Joe wasn’t dormant, his hands freely roamed their bodies as he massaged every part he could reach. Finally all three of them collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, except Natalie was out cold.”“I looked over at my mom and noticed that Aimee had come back in the room. She was gently removing our mother’s bindings. Mom was sobbing as Aimee took mom in her arms and whispered something in her ear. Mom nodded her head stood.