You knew she was gonna get attention by guys tonight. You were getting hard just thinking about it. Both of you left the house and drove to the bar.It...was the same crowd as usual. The bar flies, the k**s drinking for what seemed to be the first time. Even the little old couple in the corner that have been going there since it opened. You both took a seat at a booth, one on either side of the table. She faced the pool table and the toilets. You faced the front door, and the big TV. You were. Harry gets to go next, and sticks with ‘Drunken sailor’, a few verses will be added that don’t appear in the shanty books, some may bring a bit of colour to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up! Val’s turn next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few quick grabs for glasses as the table moves in time with. She ripped the dildo out of her anus with a slurp and I saw as she attempted to stand, her legs unsteady from her orgasms. I couldn’t move, I wanted to run but something kept me frozen in that spot. Mrs. Jones finally got to her wobbly feet and a stream of fluid poured from her anus and vagina. She stood and wrapped her self in the small red robe that she had left laying across the sofa and made her way shakily across the room to unlock the door that I was standing at. “What the hell are you. Shestarted the car and began driving.We were just moments from her house and we soonarrived. Once inside she asked me to remove herpanties. It’s an operation that requires one to getdown on my knees. So I found my self down on my kneespeeling down her panties. Once at her ankles I was onmy knees and now bent over. Why don’t you keep yourhead down there and kiss my foot while I getundressed. I felt her skirt and then her blouse dropon my head.Stand up, boy, she said. As I did she was naked and.