As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or fri...nds, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left. It was past 1:00 am when I went to bed wondering what was happening and unable to sleep too well from anxiety and excitement, was sure the girls were OK as the sailors should be respectful, to an extent or perhaps they were picked up by local guys. It wasn’t until round 7:00 am when a taxi pulled up in the driveway, both Lynda and Nicolette got out and both wearing sailors hats. God I hoped nobody in the street saw them as it was obvious who they were with as the fleets R&R was popular. God you're driving crazy. Oh but it's worth it when I feel you there." She was taking short sharp jerky breaths, her tongue working overtime between her lips. "Ooohhhh, oooohhhhh, ooooohhhhhh Justin how could you have learnt so much so quickly? You animal, you prick, you fucking bastard, I've never ever felt as horny as this. I think that if you don't fuck me now I'm gonna die."I decided to take pity on her, so I moved back slightly, positioned my penis and with one savage thrust speared it. "Well." She went a bit red again and looked sheepish. "Your trip overseas in January. The one where you couldn't contact anyone for about a month, you know?" Yeah..." I went over one Friday night and the three of us hit the hot tub. Lots of margaritas. You know how Jen makes them. I was DRUNK. And we were talking about sex and past experiences, threesomes, lesbians, ect. I know that Jen was trying to get with me and Jack wanted a threesome."You should have been mad at this point, your friends.