I rang Peter a taxi but was told we had an hours wait, I told Peter this and he said that was fine.Tracey went to the kitchen to make us all a coffee,...more to sober up Peter and me.We were all in the living room talking away when Peter told Tracey about the two girls that came in the pub and the one with the big tits.Peter said to Tracey ' Tracey I told Steve that yours were bigger than hers' with this comment Tracey just laughed it off, but then Tracey said to Peter ' So how big were they then. Knowing she was a lightweight, Thomas had ordered her a long island ice tea (which contained more than enough alcohol yet tasted nothing like ice tea) from a tall, dark haired, dark eyed bartender somewhere between walking away up from blackjack and luckless from slots. The gentleman was very friendly, striking up conversation with them about how their night was going. Thomas knew that drinks would lower Lynn's resistance when it came to her, for lack of better term, slutty thoughts. It was why. Michele knew that she was compensating for the depravity she was experiencing with Knocker by becoming a whore with Jason. It was a defence mechanism. Because she felt degraded, she behaved like a slattern with her lover; but it was also the mechanism she used to rid herself of the recollections she had of Knocker’s degenerateness. She also insisted that they make love with the lights out, which Jason hated but Michele insisted upon so that Jason couldn’t see the wounds Knocker inflicted on. She pressed herself up against me, thrusting her wicked tongue deep into my mouth, as she grabbed my erection.Damn.We ended up on the bed, her straddling me, as my cock rested against the folds of her steaming hot vagina. She lifted her lower torso up and pushed the head of my cock into the opening between her legs, as she watched for my reaction. She slowly lowered herself on to me, my cock gliding deep inside of her, the walls of her vagina clamping down on my cock. She smiled as her buttocks.