Release Your Load Onto A

I’d once heard my dad describe someone as a ‘fucking drunk’, my inebriated mind giggled, did I just learn what he meant? Sam’s knob was longer, more arrow shaped and his erection was curved like a banana, a thin banana. We didn’t move for a few minutes but my insides felt like I had swallowed a tornado. Since that was why I suggested getting the bottle earlier I didn’t say anything but walked back to their bedroom and stood by a bed. I reached across and pressed on his erection then began to rub it. And think I did; about the night before. Clark and I carried our unconscious brother to bed, threw a pillow over his head then left him fully clothed and asleep. As Sam screwed me I watched Clark’s tight ass when he wandered to the bathroom then I heard the shower, I knew he was done for the night.