Most of the time, her friends would go out and eat and catch up, perhaps stop in a bar for a drink if they wanted to get crazy. Well, not straight-jac...et crazy, but a definite departure from their here and now, everyday lives.They would even flirt with some of the men in the bar. That was the crazy part, to them. One such "girls' night out" when she and two of her friends had too many drinks, the flirting eventually turned into flashing. Bras and even panties removed while powdering their. "You like it when a fucking dyke is riding your cock?" Helen asked, her face intent, before she snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. "Sorry, I just feel silly." It's okay." I grinned, maintaining our motion. "Do you want me to?" Talk dirty?" She smiled over her shoulder, as she rocked against me, one hand on my thigh, the other touching us both at the critical spot. "Yeah... Talk dirty to me." Your pussy is so fucking beautiful." I groaned, starting with filthy compliments. "You're so tight. It's. Zuerst zog ich die gro?en Schl?pfer an. Der Gedanke, dass sie schon einmal von Sabine getragen wurden, machte mich ein wenig an, obwohl diese so genannten Liebest?ter an meinen Pobacken schlackerten. Schnell griff ich zu der gro?en Strumpfhose und zog diese ?ber. Es war auch sehr luftig, aber nicht unangenehm. Als n?chstes folgte in der Reihenfolge das Kleid in Gr??e 64, ich versank darin, doch ich f?hlte mich wohl. Schnell noch die gro?e rosa Strickjacke und ich f?hlte mich wie eine gro?e. The usual place was our favorite rock music bar. It was nothing special, just a regular bar where you could drink the regular beer, and play the regular games like pinball, tabletop soccer, darts or whatever. We arrived there at the same time. We couldn't help but greet with a hearty hug. “Oh dude, I missed you so much, my brother,” I said. “It's been two freaking years,” he replied. We entered the bar. The familiar sound of Motörhead's Whorehouse Blues came to our ears. The barkeeper looked at.