How did I get here?
Yeah!
That was the same question that popped into my head.
Six hours ago, I was relaxing with a drink at home, and now I'm leaning back on my best friend's sofa with her twenty-year-old son sucking my left n****e while his nineteen-year-old friend is mauling my right tit with his lips and hand.
It started when my best friend Sophia called me from Hawaii asking for help. Her plane was delayed due to the weather, and she wouldn't make it home tonight. I don't know if I was really supposed to check on her boys or make sure their house would survive them. I said it wasn't a problem; did she need me to check on them, spend the night, or what?
"If you don't mind making sure they eat something, and they're okay, Larry's old enough to take care of things, I just want them
