“I ain’t one of those piss drunks that kill people lie that fucker there.” He then points up at the television.Robert steps closer to the bar, c...loser to the man, close enough to smell the putrid smell of alcohol on his breath. On the television is the news and on it is a picture and a story about another drunk driver responsible for killing a couple without children or family just the previous night. Mandy was killed just three days before Christmas. While this family suffered a sorry fate. We had been grilled by daddy ... the inquisition the grandparents put us through ... oh my. Daddy was a lamb ... we were sitting with the hungriest of lions.The questioning began with, “How do you afford such a boat?”“Insurance payoff,” I said.“Mind your manners, young lady, I was talking to your elder.”“Who? Cynthia?”“Your brother.”“Ah ... the middle child, poor boy.”“Middle child? But he is so much bigger. How can he be younger?”“In case you hadn’t noticed ... we’re triplets,” Cyn said. Cyn. It lasted for what seemed like an hour, washing over her again and again. When she could finally breathe again, she found her body going into autopilot. With the orgasm past, she was able to think clearly enough to feel the complete humiliation of being half naked in her own office, licking and sucking her own juices from a sex toy. To an outside observer, she would have seemed like an enthusiastic participant, lapping at it as if it were her lover. Finally it was clean and pushed back inside. Dennis held his breath as Bill slid his length back in, feeling every bump and vein of Bill’s cock. This was so much better than a plastic cock. Dennis could only moan and gasp as Bill worked his ass over slowly at first. Soon, the tempo picked up and Bill was fucking him hard, slamming into him so hard, the table scooted along the floor.Dennis tried not to make too much noise, but couldn’t help himself. He moaned and gasped the whole time that Bill rammed his massive black dick into Dennis’s.