He wanted to have a drink." Who is he?" Just a guy I used to date. I didn't see anything wrong with meeting him for a drink." Where did you meet him?"...A bar across from the Holiday Inn. He had a room." How convenient. And I just guess that he invited you over to his room?" It wasn't like that, Brad. I mean,... yes, he did invite me over to his room, but I didn't realize that he was going to fuck me." And did he fuck you?" He started kissing me and pulled my hand to his hard cock. I couldn't. At least the painful urge was gone. Maybe she had gotten rid of it for good. If such a powerful orgasm hadn’t then what would? If such a powerful orgasm couldn’t, then she was surely doomed. But she didn’t want to think about that right now. She now had to bath again. Movements that were, only a few minutes ago augmenting her pleasure, were now synonymous of disgusts. She turned off the shower and pulse function and contended with the tap to rinse herself. She avoided the mirror, unable to. Bob had always worked downtown, he loved the narrow and crowded streets of Wall Street. Loved to grab a kinish or a hot dog from a vendor as he rushed down the bustling streets, reading the latest financial news while speeding down the street.A break from the hectic work day was a fresh ocean breeze at the downtown Sea Port. Boarding a boat there for dinner with the Calypso music playing was an enjoyable after work experience. You could throw off your tie and have a good drink with dinner and. She didnt think it would fit in her because she was too small for him.one night chris and i drank while my gf and us joked around. he pretended to go to sleep bc he was so drunk that after i had finished fucking her i talked her into going over to his bed and sleeping with him. i told her that he was so drunk that he would think that he was fucking his gf. she eventually did lay in his bed and with my help he soon got on top of her. i still had her hand in mine when he entered her. she.