“He was coming home from one of his game nights and…and…” Sobs overtook his words, but I was able to make out “drunk driver.” “Oh fuck,” I screamed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, blowjob FUCK.” Those words spun through my head. Drunk. Driver. They became a cacophony, and I almost clamped my hands over my ears to drown them out. I certainly wasn’t hearing anything further that my doggystyle brother had to say. “I should’ve stopped her…Taken her keys from her…” Another thought pierced my brain. This one, in my brother’s voice, told me that if massage I hadn’t been so worried about defiling that teenager and ending my “dry spell,” she wouldn’t have even been on babe the road at Brunette the same time as RJ. “Oh. Oh, it’s all my fault. He’s there because of me.” My brother was in some hospital waiting room right now while my nephew was in surgery, and I knew that it was all my fault. “If only I hadn’t been so selfish-“ Fortunately, I hadn’t said any of that out loud. I heard my brother’s voice, panicky and angry, “-part is, the other driver was completely okay. We kept Brunette kissing and his hand wandered over my bare back while I rubbed his strong chest. I pushed on her shoulders, so she would go to her knees. My mother said get them to do a dare. “You didn’t say how long he had to plea… um, how long he had to make you feel good. My mother nods. I grabbed her waist, picked her up and blowjob pulled her onto my lap. Except that Shelly didn’t feel guilty about that. The babe bastard was standing there, grinning and holding the clit ring’s remote control in his hand. The girls pounced on the futas. Me: You ready for our date tomorrow after work? She smirked doggystyle with pride at seeing the cocky bastard reduced to a sniveling coward. Lana was milking semen out of me without ejaculating! I could not resist finding out, and what might betide between Serana, Aela, and massage I. Thus, I left Vilja with Lydia at Breezehome in Whiterun, ostensibly to look after my adopted street urchins, now numbering two.