Our goal on drunk Tuesday was to get shitfaced drunk and whatever happens on drunk Tuesday stays with drunk Tuesday.So here we go: It was just another...drunk Tuesday, and my friend (who I should mention has lesbian tendencies) and I were prime for it. We'd pregamed at home with a few Little King's and a bit of 80s music. I was only a few minutes from downtown and the art gallery was on in Columbus, so we walked our way into town.We downed a hell of a lot of drinks (God knows what) and the goal. Mireille and I can’t help noticing Jon has a huge raging erection again, with Jan’s hand wrapped around it.“Come on fuck me, fuck me really good. I can’t hold out much longer,” Mireille instructs.We start fucking in the missionary position as though there is no tomorrow. I can see Mireille ogling Jon’s erection as Jan is trying to bring him off with her hands.“I love you fucking me while Jan is jerking off on that magic cock. Love it, so good. Keep fucking me and watch. Are you watching? Does. The party entered a large meadow and the guide increased his speed. The rest of the horses matched him, speeding up to a trot and then a gallop.Jake thrilled to the feel of the horse’s gait as it accelerated into the gallop. He felt the strength of the horse through his seat and thighs. The wind rushed pleasurably past his face. The rhythm and sensation of rising and falling were satisfying in themselves. He was reassured by the sure-footedness of the horse.He felt its relief and excitement at. ‘What do you feel about … girls who do?’ Mikie replied pretty quickly. ‘I don’t like it. They’re too young.’ ‘And you aren’t?’ Sue let that one hang and continued. ‘Michael, I’m the same age now as Judy Blume was when she wrote that book. She had a daughter who kept reading stuff about ‘bad girls’ having sex and getting punished for it. My mom told me there was as much teenage sex then as now, just that it wasn’t talked about nearly as much and people had lots of wrong ideas. And she confirmed.