After a thoroughly convincing and a recommendation from my not-so sober friends, my friend took the back seat with his wife. I drove them home.It was ... long drive home. Alcohol did do a number on everyone. Her husband nodding off. Her husband is betrayed by the alcohol he drank, tumbling into an intoxicated slumber. She held his hand awake with a smile, feeling the stream of swift frosty breeze.She hustled to take the lead on a conversation that I initiated. Talking along the drive, giggling. He was glad that his cock wasn't wadded up in his shorts, or it would really be hurting by now. As more tit baring young women showed on the screen, Chris put his arm around the sergeant's shoulders and rested his hand on her breast.Glasson looked at Chris' hand and then she looked him in the eye. "I take it we're alone?" Oh yeah," said Chris. "Mom has gone on a business trip."Glasson didn't say anything, but she didn't shrug off Chris' hand either. He used his free hand to sweep the hair of. After that, we purchased a mat with a built-in pillow extending its full width which made sure that he kept his head elevated whenever he lay down. So, once we figured out the cause of this narcolepsy and made corrections, it was no problem at all. In fact, he fell asleep that way only one more time, and that time wasn’t an accident and had a real impact. Tuesday, August 4. The third day of our honeymoon, fourth of our married life started the same as the previous two, getting up, eating. Each time I squealed. Going in was a lot easier than coming out. I think he tried about four times before he succeeded. His cock slipped out followed by a gush of cum. He licked me and then the floor. Roger pushed him out of the way and shoved his cock all the way into me. I hadn’t realised he had gotten undressed. “Oh Roger” I exclaimed but he grabbed my hips and tried to replicate what Goldie had done. Not the same speed but he was certainly lasting longer. I resume my moaning. My pussy was.