Then Denise told him, ‘You’re still in time for breakfast if you want it, or I can make a coffee in here if you’d prefer. Or there’s water in ...he fridge?’ ‘I’ll get a water, I think,’ Jim told her, and went to do so. When he came back to bed he had sucked down half the bottle. Denise turned to him and said, ‘Jim, we need to talk. We both fucked up last night.’ ‘Yeah, we did, it was fun!’ he told her with a leer, but his face fell when he saw her impatient gesture and expression. Denise was. ”“And tomorrow you shall have my ring on your finger to prove it for all to see.”“Oh, Toby! Yes please! Yes please!”Her attempt to jig up and down with excitement was a failure. He was holding her too close. His hands went under his arms and he stood lifting her off the floor, moved to the sofa and sat down with her across his knee. Their lips met and, for the first time, their kiss was passionate and prolonged.“Oof!” exclaimed Allie finally pulling back and then gasping for breath. She looked. Always says she’s a clumsy bitch and fell or sumpthin.”“Then why do you all keep coming back here?”“Food’s good and prices are the cheapest in town. Oh, by the way, I hope ya left a good tip fer Liz. He don’t pay her, says her room and board are all the pay she gets. We think he even takes some of her tips but we don’t know. Anyways, tips is all the money she gets for her personal needs.”Larry muttered, “Fuck,” as he turned and threw another dollar on the table to go with the tip he already. My wife always like to drink a blot and as we were married longer she would drink more and more when we went out each week. The first three weeks I took my wife out dancing and she had to wear no undergarments, everything went fine. Towards the end of each night she would be so drunk I would usually have to get someone to help me take her out to the car. Then I would drive her home, carry her in the house because she would be passed out, and fuck her until I couldn't do it anymore. The last.