Silly sod is rather overwhelmed by the whole thing.We sip our drinks and get very cosy and familiar with the guy. Car accident, he tells us, a few yea...s back. Legs messed up but they still just about work. Wife has left him, no kids, no job, lives alone. Takes care of himself, he's determined to stay independent, but it's not easy, he says. It's a real fucking sob story, indeed he does get slightly tearful as he relates it. We commiserate and cheer him up. I call him 'mate' and 'Degsy', stuff. Some of the ones under twenty-one looked at me before they grabbed a beer or made a mixed drink, but who was I to judge. I knew that no one that was drinking would be getting their keys since Shawn’s mom took everyone’s car keys and would be deciding if they could drive. The party was in full swing with several games of beer-pong going and a group huddled by the fire. When the topic of sex must have come up near Shawn he blurted out that I was an author for an erotica site. I was ready to kill. She turned to the on looking partisans. "My friend's thank you, today you have made a wonderful capture. We have to get Commander Nash back to England as soon as possible."The relief Tony felt, was probably one of the best feelings he had felt for a long time. Janine and Tony spent the next two days almost joined at the hip. They just wanted to be with each other so much. She told him that it was her in Brussels that he had seen, and that they had set up an ambush to capture him, on the main. Bruce gripped her hair and closed his eyes as he thought of the sweet little ginger arrival. Bruce managed to ask the sissy; his voice wavering as he enjoyed the attentions of the soft submissive.“Which dorm is the new ginger in?” The sissy drew back from his cock and licked her lips; her boy-pussy tingled and her little ball-sack tightened ; she would now have a truly enjoyable submissive session. She pouted and put on as meek and innocent a face as she could; Bruce’s cock stiffened, sensing.