Justin's nine-inch cock stirred to life and started to strain against his jeans.
It was frustrating, not being able to remember one very significant event. "Well, that went over like the Titanic..." She said to herself as she walked back into the living room. "You know, big b*****r, maybe it's just the alcohol..your so fucking hot right now." Megan had said as she walked over to him.
She heard the front door open and looked up to see her b*****r almost jump the whole flight of stares. Justin in his d***ken state didn't know how to react as Megan pressed her lips to his.
All she knew was that even a month after the fact, there was something very different about her b*****r... She hadn't gone out during the day much, since most of her nights were spent partying way too hard for her age. "Look, I'm kind of busy..." "It's just that I can't remember much about that night." Megan said, trying to start up a conversation, like she didn't have a different motive. "But I remember saying I wanted to take a shower." Megan said, trying to think of the appropriate way to ask the question she had brewing in her head. "Look, I'm busy, we can talk later." He said as he bolted up the stairs and slammed the door to his bedroom. He fumbled with his door in an attempt to lock it, then lay down on his bed, unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard 9 inch cock.
Of course, she hadn't done much partying since after "the shower incident" which she still tried to the best of her ability to remember. He couldn't even look at Megan without thinking about what happened in the shower. " He asked, trying to sound annoyed, but it ended up sounding worried. Megan ran her hand through her short brown hair and sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and started to remember the events of the night, replaying them in his head.