My Aunt Sharon

Rate this story

It all started a week ago on a Saturday. I was out with three mates for a few beers and a curry. Later, we went to several clubs in the city centre and I was well wrecked, not picking up any cum sluts, puking in an alley and shaving to stagger home. It was nearly one in the morning when I reached home. I could see downstairs lights on in the trash quality, council house we existed in. That’s my Mum and Dad, me and my two sisters Charlene, she’s the adopted

This content is for members only.

Please log in or Join Now to access this content.

Rate this story

Leave a Reply

Not yet a member?
Click here to Join Now