Jason gave me a squint-eyed look, seeing the collection of empty shot glasses I had stacked up into a little pyramid.“No amount of drink buries the ...eart, mon. Shit for your writer’s block too my friend!”But at my hand wave, he filled another and slid the double shot of Jack right into my open hand. I looked at it hard, picked it up and then bobbled and dropped it as some girl flounced down in the empty stool next to me, bumping my arm.I rounded on her, my drvnkenness making me. When you are over sixty-seven who gives a crap?I went to the pub last night and saw a fat chick dancing on a table. I said, "Good legs."The girl giggled and said, "Do you really think so."I said, "Definitely! Most tables would have collapsed by now."When you are over sixty-seven who gives a crapThis group is compliments of a friend of RabbiRabbit. got invited to a party and was told to dress to kill. Apparently a turban, beard and a backpack wasn't what they had in mind.After a night of drink,. She was incredibly tight around me and she was feeling it. "Christ, and I thought my boyfriend was thick. Fuck me baby. Give me that dick!!!"I knew it!!! This new information coupled with the incredible pressure of her pussy drove me to grabbing her other thigh, leaning back and lifting her body into the hair, bracing her weight on my chest. Her leather clad calves wrapped around my back as I lifted and then dropped her down on my cock. Her scream broke the concentration of Gretchen and Luis. But this was special. Dam walls had been broken and feelings had flooded, and that was what we were each feeling as I pulled her to me and felt her head nuzzle into my chest.Our pulses and breathing slowly returned to normal, and both of us were happy to just enjoy the silence. I think we both knew there had already been plenty of talking today. And that there was likely to be plenty of talking in the coming days. This moment was not for words, it was for feelings. Feeling close to this.