I just ... I didn’t remember the rest of it and it hit me...”“I thought it was very sweet,” Liz said. “I liked that part better than watchin... me on stage. I’m glad that you have that to remind you of how your dad felt about you.”“Yeah,” I said, although I wasn’t sure I was telling the truth.“He meant every word,” Liz said. “You can tell from the tone of his voice. He wasn’t just reciting something he said all the time. He meant every word. You are a good son. Somewhere, he still loves you and. The meeting was interrupted at noon for a meal, but was followed that afternoon by more drinking. I was sure that some of the older and wiser elders were not drinking any more than I was, but we all put up a good front. We parted late that afternoon with some semblance of friendship, but I was not sure just how far we could yet trust our new "friends." I was also sure that they felt pretty much the same way.The nomads now had a big problem. They had lost so many men that the number of widows in. Tom felt his cock grow even harder when he saw what a pretty wet pussy Karen had between her legs. He could hardly wait to eat and fuck her."Eat me, Tom, you know what I say," Karen said, and she laughed because she knew he loved hearing her say it."I know, baby, eat it before you fuck it, and that's what I'm doing, Karen," Tom said. Tom moved his head back in between Karen's shapely legs and began eagerly licking and kissing Karen's naked pussy. She loved having her lover eating her and Karen. I soon left the pub jumping into a doorway to grab something further from my bag. I found some weird looking dried mushrooms. Not knowing how many to take I munched on the lot, before the guy getting a blow job shouted at me to piss off and find somewhere else. That I didn't’t mind but why he called me a weirdo I will never understand.The club’s were on the other side of a busy road so I took a foot bridge over the busy dual carriage way. On reaching the top of the bridge I needed to pee again..