“Its okay,” I reply. At Least I got Sheila’s car fixed, and she can get that mythical job we’ve been hearing so much about for the last year.” Sheila and Laura moved in with me a few years ago, and they seemed to be at the time good roommates. Since I lost my high paying factory job, I teen was forced to work at a local diner or lose my house, I became in need for financial help. So in exchange for living free, I took them in as roommates...it was a good tradeoff...at the time. “I’m sure she will,” Laura says with a bit more optimism in her voice, than in her expression. “I sure do hope so,” I say releasing a breath full of smoke, through clench teeth as Laura lifts up the ice pack to examine the swelling, placing it under my palm. I Fucking try and clamp my injured hand down on the ice pack and find it unresponsive, so I pull the pack from Laura’s protesting hand. “Where are you going?” Laura asks as I turn away from her walk to the front screen door. “Alcohol,” I say, carefully pulling at the little u-shaped handle with my pinky while trying not to drop or butt out my cigarette. “You know she can’t stand the smell of cigarettes in the house,” Laura calls after me as walk into the kitchen and lay my smoking stick on the rock countertop. I scoff. To be honest I could care less what Shelia can’t stand at the moment. I walk into the kitchen and grab a near-empty bottle of Fireball. I try to unscrew the top. one-handed by pressing it against my stomach. And sure as hell is hot It slips across my side and shatters on the tile floor. I curse as the precious liquid spills out onto the floor, and my nostrils fill with that savory cinnamon scent. “Dammit,” I say closing my eyes resting my head against the cool cabinet door, my head beginning to throb. I hear the screen door creak as Laura opens it, and two thumps from the utility door as she pulls out a broom and dustpan. “Thank you,” I say rolling my hips across the edge of the cabinet, shifting out of the way of the approaching bristles of the broom. “It's okay, Geoff,” Laura says kneeling down before me to Hardcore sweep up the glass into the dustpan. Pain shot into me again, but this time not from my hand...but a bit further south. Laura has on a loose button up shirt which is a few sizes too big, so when she bends over her plump tits display themselves in full view. She big cock often doesn't wear a bra around the house, much to my cocks discomfort. The hungry pull of my groin travels up my neck causing it to tickle. I writhe my neck to fight the sensation and turn away from her to hide my growing arousal. “You need to put blowjob on a bra.” I blurt out, not thinking, and I instantly hear the brushing sounds stop as my ears begin to burn in embarrassment. “I didn’t realize I was showing so much, I’m sorry,” Laura says buttoning up the rest of her shirt. I replace the cigarette back into my mouth. He shrugged, “I just like the look on your face when you see Hardcore it—yours and Jana’s.” Her car was in Robert's Fucking name, but mine wasn't. Without hesitation I took their sweetness into my mouth and sucked vigorously. Matt sat exhausted leaving the sobbing teen kneeling on the tiled floor, he watched her gaping anus slowly close, leaving only the pink tinged sticky spunk trailing from its source to tell the grizzly tale of her being sodomized. They jiggled for a moment, moving because I jostled them. So when’s the next session? “Well, Dominick is being, well a bit difficult, he doesn’t want to follow direction and this bimbo is dumber than a box of rocks. She hoarsely said “Denise, oh my gosh Denise, that was unbelievably awesome!” He blue thong was soaked, and he could smell the intoxicating aroma of her sex, filling his nostrils. I don’t have to prove myself to you-” She had a boyfriend now, big cock and by the way she kept her pubic hair neatly blowjob trimmed, Zach assumed they were having sex, a lot. I gave her a slight nod and soundlessly moved my lips 'I trust you,' as teen I returned to my seat. He sure looks happy!” The man glanced down at the dog’s hard prick and eager expression. “Harder”, she whispered, and I changed my tune. Thanks to her over-zealous vagina, her legs were soaked. Finally, it was my turn to cum again. I considered her attention had been gotten, and in a very pleasing way, based on her current behavior. She was next. Karen and Holly did not disappoint and the three of us laughed at their shock, knowing the sudden jolt of reality that had struck all my women at the thought of getting my beast inside them. “Anytime you want it Babe…….. "My knees won't stop shaking. For the rest of the week, the embarrassment and humiliation that I had a work and at Tony’s apartment seemed trivial. My shoes...I don't see them.