Good Mourning

You groan in pain as you feel a great weight being lifted off your back. It seems Bob has woken both of you.

"That was some fucking party," You **** yourself to smile, fighting the lingering pain.

"Fuck yeah, I'm inviting you to all my parties from now on!" He playfully punches you on the shoulder.

Appreciatively, Bob watches you dress, tugging at his soft dick when you stick your naked ass in his face.

"Oh, fuck, my head!" He complains when your pants are on. "I need another drink."

Feeling likewise, you collapse on the couch, watching his muscular ass shake as he looks for the bottle. Despite your happy mood, you can't help but think of today as a Black Friday. Soon, you little adventure will be over - do you really want it to end?

"Cheers," You knock back what's left of the vodka, smiling as some of your headache goes away.

"Well, I guess this is it," Bob sits down on the loveseat, "Dad'll be home in a few hours."

You silently stare at his cock, knowing you'll miss it. Then you smile as you see it harden.

"One last time?" He asks.