I washed my shoes off by a near by pipe before I got back to the party. As soon as I walked in the house I saw Stacy talking to some guy and she obviously was annoyed so I walked over and took Stacy she thanked me, but her little friend was pissed "What's your fucking problem man!" I felt him coming at me full speed and as he put his and on my shoulder I twisted it and punched him in the face, the room filled with oh's. I was not in the mood or the right state of mind for those idiots, this punch didn't hit like the last time I punched a guy. Stacy and I went for more drinks and I got even more drunk than I already was. We stumbled over to her car giggling for what I don't know as she fiddled with her keys to the car I pulled her into as kiss and pushed her into in my drunk-ness I managed to find the key and opened the backseat door, push the front seats forward and close the door. She immediately got on top of me and started kissing me, her breath smelled of alcohol, while kissing me she took my shirt off, all I could do was gaze at her, she looked desperate, slutty and sweaty. I laughed and put her to lay down on the seat and relentlessly began to strip her naked and without hesitation I pushed my Dick inside of her she stop me and said "Give me your best this time." I left her statement unanswered and continued to go in and out of her body going deeper with every thrust her moans where like a banshee's scream at least that is what it sounded like to me but the pain she was portraying turned me on because of he drunk-ness she sounding like she was a wailing in pain and I liked that she scraped my back and screamed my name they happened simultaneously.
By morning I realized I was home in my bed shirtless and in my boxers. My Head was booming as I tried to remember the night but it was just acute nostalgia of it all. I decided to not think much about it, For all I know I didn't get to go out last night.Later that day my mother finally wakes up and starts ranting about something that had probably pissed her off, I gave no mind to it, she always does it.
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A Sick Mother Bares A Sick Child.
Ficção Geral"I was always a good kid mayne, well behaved and everything." those were the words of Roger Ginger on his trial four years ago today. But he was selling lies, in reality he suffered from sadistic personality disorder and bipolar disorder, his sick...
