This is how most of my Friday and Saturday nights ended; barefoot on some unknown street in London. Occasionally, I’d find myself in an unknown city... but those times were rare. I began to feel woozy and light headed. I wish I could remember what I had taken. I knew I had smoked a few joints and done a couple lines of coke, but that normally didn’t make me feel this bad. I remembered starting off with my friends in a pub off of Tottenham court road. After being kicked out at closing time we had. I got some “him & hers” lube out and lubed her ass up. I put a finger in there then a thumb. I could tell Chrissy was enjoying this. I squirted the “his” bottle on me & entered her ass. The tightness of her ass & the sensation of the lubes made it fantastic. Chrissy played along well. You fucker, did you get what you want? You took my ass. Mother fucker.I'm going to fuck your ass nice & slow. Give you something to remember me by. I did too. I must have fucked her for ten minutes. Chrissy. She took a breath and slowly slid her finger inside. She gasped at her own intrusion, a sudden burst of pleasure flooding her senses. Sliding in a second finger caused a low moan to fill the shower stall. Bending forward and bracing herself against the wall, she slid in a third finger, a small cry escaping her lips. She parted her legs and began to fuck her ass, sliding her slick fingers in as deep as she could, as fast as she could. The orgasm tore through her, the intensity of it almost. It had been many more days than usual since Flossie had a dick in her so she was really ready to fuck and she knew she’d done good. He was pretty considerate and even responded to her subtle or overt hints for doing things better. She asked him if he done it before and it was only with whores. She praised his performance and that made him feel so good he’d do anything for her. It looked like they could learn to love each other too.The preacher was given a jug of the good stuff as payment and he.