Faye visits the Baxter family

Faye rolled her head. It throbbed wildly. Freddy handed her the bottle, which she drank from desperately. She swung her legs over the bed, looking at the massive amount of cum leaking out of her.

"Did I fuck someone else?" she slurred as her finger scooped cum off of her inner thigh. Freddy nodded, and accepted the bottle after she took a long pull from it. Faye stood up. "I'd better be going I think...."

"Like that? Cum covered and drunk? And just what will Daddy say to that?" Freddy asked, taking a drink himself. Faye frowned. He was right. She pulled her white lowcut top back down over her pale breasts, shimmying her skirt back up, and sat on the bed.

"So what'll..what'll I do then till I sober up?" she asked, leaning back and accepting the bottle again. Freddy looked at the gorgeous redhead and thought for a second.

"Well, first you need to get cleaned up, and I know just the place. Great buncha people down the road. The Baxters. You'll love em!" he said, hopping up excitedly. Faye grinned. She was happily intoxicated and remembering his massive cock against her better judgement.

"To the Baxters!" she slurred, and stood up. They travelled back into the alleyway. Faye only then registered that her bra had been lost as the cold air hit her. They weaved in and out of alleys, dashed across streets, snuck behind waffle joints, and finally made their way to the old warehouse district. Faye shivered slightly, her nipples hard and painfully erect as they entered an abandoned building.

"Eugene! Erma!" Freddy called after they closed the door. The large, abandoned warehouse was spookily quiet. Faye took another swig from the bottle, and watched as two shapes emerged from a doorway in the gloom. As they got closer, Faye saw the man was very old, at least 70, and the woman was probably his daughter in her mid 40's. The woman was curvy and proud. The man was just beaten down and hunched over.

Freddy's hand slid along her lower back. Faye looked over at him. "Faye, these are my friends. They can clean you up." Faye looked back them, and then at the ruined building.

"Umm. You have a shower?" she asked.

Erma Baxter stepped forward, her almost white blonde hair in two braids extending out from her knit cap. She had a shapely face with heavy firm breasts and a tapered waist leading to wide hips and firm, round ass. "Not exactly, my dear. Not exactly." she said, and stepped up to Faye.

Faye bit her lip, and Erma kissed her deeply, her hands immediately sliding up Faye's stomach and under her shirt...