“Get laid pills.”“Ha,” I laughed. “Dude, I don’t need these.”“Sure you do,” he responded. “Just go find that chick you’ve always...wanted to fuck silly and do it, these will help.”“Hmmmm..” I responded, “I don’t know about this...”“Like Jace said,” answered Jeff, “These pills are gold. Just grind it up and slip it into her drink. Within 15 minutes she smashed and a bit more ‘compliant’. Then within a couple hours, she’ll be passed the fuck out. When she wakes up she won’t remember a damn. Her hair was loose and fell over her shoulders and on her feet she had a pair of matching sandals. I told her to lift her dress and as instructed was wearing a very tight white thong. I gave a nod of satisfaction and getting into the car we headed off across country. Thirty minutes later we passed a pub bristling with customers enjoying the sun. I asked Theresa to grab a couple of chairs and headed for the bar and order some drinks. Stepping back outside I looked around for Theresa and there. We’ve had our own problems. We were having a hard time conceiving after we were married. It wasn’t from lack of trying. You must remember? Those were joyous days, yes, and glorious too. We just knew we were going to have as many kids as you wanted. We even went so far as to bank your sperm and my eggs, for safety sake.“Two weeks after we did that my father died. I went to the funeral with David because you were tied up with business. I was intimate with David after the funeral. It was a ‘Thank. When they were at the car, Kirsty said to Rob: “that was a bit cheeky Rob. You really embarrassed these guys”. Don´t forget they are from Africa and not liberal Holland. They both laughed and got in the car and drove to town to get the weekend food shopping.“Ok, let´s get this baby on the road” Rob called out, when he lit the gas ring under the large paella pan. “Grab some beers boys” I am sure we can all do with one. And while drinking beers and listening to some Latin music, Rob prepared the.