Eventually she plucked up courage to ask him if he would walk her home, he smiled and promised her he would see her safely home before the night was o...er. Without any immediate change in his appearance or demeanour he leaned forward and tentatively offered a kiss, which instinctively Sandra pulled away from.Suddenly his attitude changed as he immediately grabbed her hair and forced a kiss from her before literally throwing her to the floor and screaming she was a two faced bitch, happy to eat. Whilst he smiles when I sit down next to him,it's clear from his face- especially the cuts and bruises on it- thathe's not really THAT pleased to see me."Alright, mate?" George asks tiredly."Hi," I reply. "Are- how are, um, how are you feeling?" Ehh," George shrugs- which is clearly meant to mean 'terrible'."I- I'm sorry this happened," I whisper."You didn't force that big lump of shit to punch me," George shrugs."But he wouldn't have done if I wasn't dressed like this," I sigh as Ifeel a. It was easily 8-9 inches and and was much thicker then mine. I mouthed "holy fuck" and he smiled as he moved his attention to my wife. He slid onto the bed and started rubbing her tight pussy. He looked at me for approval and I nodded my head to show him it was fine to keep going. With that he lined up to her slit and started pushing the big head into her. She moaned loudly through her gag as he eased himself inside. I watched as more and more of his long fat dick filled her pussy. She was. Most of it sterilised chilled, and had a head put on it with CO2. Back in those days all English beer was cask conditioned and sold at cellar temperature. Did you know the colder beer is, the less your taste-buds work, so they can serve you up with any crap that they fancy?Not surprisingly, British pubs went the same way as the American bars a few years later, when the big mutli-nationals took over all of the breweries and using TV advertising, pushed the lager habit big time. Never mind the.