For the most part the next two to three weeks after the activity rescheduling was just wild crazy fun topped each Friday night by an awesome party led...by TXLT2. Laura had confirmed what they already knew, that she was pregnant; Susan and Harry had gotten the blessing from the Loving Cousins for the wedding at sea, and they were having multiple non-stop orgasms each day, who could find anything to be upset about? Well now that I think of it there were two people a little upset.With just two. I had the derringer safely tucked into my evening bag. No make up, no lipstick, no money, just a debit card and my derringer inside the white cloth pouch. Sylvia carried my throwaway cell phone in her purse. So the funky coat wasn't necessary after all. The limo was overly warm no doubt because everyone he drove all night would be only half dressed.I had never really wondered why the people on the red carpet rushed inside. Well I knew that in the winter they were freezing their private parts. Rocking side to side and rising onto my toes felt fantastic, he grabbed my hips and leaned backward without withdrawing I seemed go get a good bit of play. Damn, he exclaimed, fuck that's good as he felt me rock and flex wile holding himself inside, then slowly he began to work out the rhythm and we were going to town against the wall. He worked one hand down to my crotch and found me quite turgid and with his soap coated hands wanked me like a champ. Disregarding our audience of one the old. "Wake up you slack moll!" Without realising it my head kept dropping on my chest, so much for operational discipline. I watched him going from one boring opening to another. This prick would open a new shithouse if there were a free lunch in it. The only problem I was having was to remember what he looked like. Normally I had a photographic memory for faces and details and for some reason I could not keep the arseholes face in my mind. I had to keep looking at the photo and even then look back.