I could make up an excuse if she was angry, I just needed to… well, as Chris and I both knew, I just needed to make sure she was okay. Gingerly, I opened the door, slowly at first for all the good that would do. I looked to the desk and saw no one, at first wondering if perhaps she left for a walk. Then I turned to the bed, and saw her, fully clothed, on top of the bed, no doubt drunk her ass off, sleeping soundly. I sighed in disappointment and slunk into the room, coming up beside her and gently shaking her shoulder. “Molly.” I called out. Nothing. Glancing around the room, I found a half-empty bottle of vodka as well as one or two other empty bottles. I saw one or two titty fuck wet spots on the bed, possibly indicating she got so drunk giving head that she missed her lips once or twice with the bottle or put it down on the bed and let it spill or something. Again I sighed. I was amazed it was only then that the smell hit me – the smell of alcohol. The smell of an alcoholic. I guess the talk would come tomorrow. I got a cup from beside her bed and moved to the washroom, filling it cum in her mouth up with water. tittyfucking “She’s gonna need this,” I found myself muttering out loud. After putting the water back beside her bed, I removed her shoes then decided not to remove anything else (given my situation in particular it was not my place to undress her) then pulled the covers over her. As I started to leave, I paused in the doorway, one hand on the lightswitch. I looked suckingdick over her sleeping face and sighed yet again. It wasn’t going to be as easy as I wanted it to be. This situation was far from over. “Goodnight, Molly. Here’s to better days.” I croaked aloud as I flicked off the light and headed back to my own room. ____________________________________________________________________ Author's Note: Thank you very much for reading this whole chapter, unless you just skipped down to the author's note for some reason, in which case, hi! The story is getting heavier (big shock coming from me, I know). I hope you all are enjoying the direction the story is taking. In response to a few recent comments on my stories - yes, real life commitments mean that these chapters have to come out as slowly as they do. Copyright 2018 The steam was so thick that you had to be close up to them to realise. Betty grabbed what could loosely be described as my manhood and cruelly squeezed it. Well, I lied," Cindy admitted. At 13 Becca came for the summer and she came with an attitude. I knew he wanted it hard and rough, giving head so that’s what I gave him. I pulled my face away, and it looked like I had just gone swimming. I spread my legs even further cum in her mouth to show him even more of my pussy and then began to move my hips forward to capture as much of my dildo as possible. “Me, too,” said Roger and sure enough there were two hard cocks pressing against their pants. Call it an apology tittyfucking for yesterday. It took some smooth talking on Mr. Gill’s part to convince Tom that this wasn’t some joke and even after that in the last month Tom had convinced himself that there had to be a con to it all. I titty fuck lasted ages, Clara and Dad both climaxed pretty loudly and Mom came suckingdick a few times before I too groaned and pushed up to cum inside Mom. Emily had other plans for her of course and they started the next morning. I told her. As my tongue made contact with her clit she came with such force that her hips shot up off the bed and hit me in the nose causing me to stop and check to see if it was broken.