It doesn't happen very often and most time my husband is there to protect me mostly from myself. Even with him there, I've been known to shed a garmen... or two before he stops me and takes me home. The problem is that he's not always there. Christmas office parties were the worst, I rarely go these days, I had to leave so many jobs, not being able to return and face my work colleagues in the new year.I found out early that I couldn't hold my drinks, it was when I went to college. I was a virgin. But the night before Halloween found Chuck dressed in camouflage and set up with motor oil, eggs, firecrackers and dog poop. It was an overcast night, slightly humid, and the widow's garden patch gave off smells that made Chuck's stomach turn. He figured it would be best to start around back, and stepped carefully up the rickety wooden stairs to the rear porch. Setting his pack down, he brought out the plastic bags of doggy doo and started squeezing them over the threshold of the back. They reached the foot of the mountain at dusk and spent the night in the open. It was still reasonably warm during the day, but Clementine was glad of James's body close to her during the night. After a camp breakfast, they approached the foot of the rock and looked up at the top so far above them."I reckon I can climb that OK, James. You go first and I'll follow. I guess you've done this before and I'd appreciate your leading the way. I'll get undressed while you get a start on me." I do think. Me thrusting. Her cunt squeezing.Sucking sounds, slapping sounds.It all mingled with her grunting and moaning. My cock pounded into her. Her legs opened wider to let me in deeper.I impaled her. I pinned her to the bed and I entwined my fingers into hers and I spread her arms out like angel wings. My cock pinned her deeper between her thighs. I looked deep into her eyes and saw her love for me. I gave her mine in return.Then I came.My cock pulsed, my balls scrunched up tight, and a biblical.