Kathy Eats My Cum
I poured another shot. Kathy picked it up, held it out in a toast. “To alcohol.” “To absolut.” She corrected, and drained the glass, setting it down carefully. I nursed my shot. Kathy had been drinking like a fish for the last couple of hours, unaware or uncaring about the fact that I had had only a shot or two. The alcohol coiled warmly in my belly. She was a friend of my wife’s, who’d been out of town on business for al- most a week....