I barely made it to the sink. Jill wiped my face with a cool,wet washcloth. She gave me another glass of water instructing me to rinse and spit. She guided me to a chair at the kitchen table and placed a small glass of some odd looking juice and a slice of dry toast before me public “Take small bites of the toast,and only as much of the juice as you need to get it down,” she instructed, “don't worry, you wont be sick again. I glared at her, as she sat there, humming a merry tune through her bright smile, reading the morning paper. She made little shoving motions toward the toast and juice. I nibbled off a tiny bite of toast and took an equally tiny sip of the juice, waiting for stomach to prove her wrong. I'd eaten about half of the slice of toast when she lay a pair of Aspirin on the table and refilled the juice glass. I grunted my thanks. “One at a time,” she said, “and finish the toast before you take the second one.” I got the first one down, and returned to nibbling at the toast. I was vaguely aware that she had started coffee brewing and put bread in the toaster. I finished the toast and gulped down the second pill. I was looking around for the juice bottle when I realized I was hungry. Jill handed me a second slice of toast, and refilled the gass. “Eggs will be ready soon,” she said, “beginning to feel better?” “Yeah, my head doesn't feel like it will fall off,” I replied, “and I think I'm past being afraid I'll live part. Hand me the butter.” “No butter,” she said, “but here's a pot of jam.” “What happened last night?” I asked, “The last thing I remember is walking into The Battered Boar.” “Here are your eggs.” she said, placing a small plate of scrambled eggs on the table, “First time getting really drunk?” “Yeah,” I answered, “I can't recall ever having more than one small glass of beer or wine group with a meal. And, speaking of meals, can I have some more eggs?” “Wait an hour or two,” she said, “then we'll see how you're doing.” “Okay, you're the doctor,” I agreed, “Do I smell coffee?” “Me? The doctor?” she blowjob said money grinning, “Do you see a blue box around here?” I grinned back, as she served me half of a cup of coffee, cautioning me to anal sip it slowly. Conner and Lisa burst through the front door in high spirits “So,” called out Conner, “he's going to live?” “Seems so.” answered Jill. They are friends public of Allison. It was so wonderful.” The girls stopped sobbing and let me take the floor. The sensation of the bristles scraping against the soft tissue of her blowjob gums and tongue anal sent electricity through her money nerves, and the fact that it was being done to her rather than doing group it to herself intensified the feeling since she had no control over it. They both said good night. “I love being fucked!” I yowled as my orgasm burned through my body, my pussy milking the sexy feyhound's cock. “Okay Georgia, now the main event. ‘Did you see him’ she shrieked excitedly! Your dick... I...