Then she told me about herself, she was 17, on the dole, her mother was an alcoholic so she spent all their money on booze, hence why she hadn’t eat...n. She was an ordinary looking girl, shoulder length dark hair, a nice pair of tits, with a top and jeans, she had chubby thighs probably cos she ate so much rubbish.When we’d finished eating she said “Have you got a car” “Yes” “I know where we can go”, as I drove she directed me up a chavvy street, which I knew very well, then at the top, it was. "I stumbled over some object; I stooped to examine--it was the second pistol, which had not gone off, probably from the powder being wet. I approached the jeweller, who was not quite dead, and at the sound of my footsteps and the creaking of the floor, he opened his eyes, fixed them on me with an anxious and inquiring gaze, moved his lips as though trying to speak, then, overcome by the effort, fell back and expired. This appalling sight almost bereft me of my senses, and finding that I could. Very funny you can’t put paint there I thought you ment an actual canvas He laughs Dips his brush In his wine and slides the brush over my breasts Hungrily sliding his tongue over my nipples mopping up the Château Latour as it dribbles off my chest He pours the rest of the glass over my clit and starts sliding his little brush over my clit Teasing slightly Bringing his middle sized brush over my nipples as he takes me in his mouth squeezing pleasantly with his lips He drops his brush My. Date. Night. EVER. :-) Soon we found a club and went inside. I paid 10 euros for a cheap, small, stale beer and she had a glass of wine that she couldn’t drink. The strippers were either very skinny (d**g issues?) or quite chubby and didn’t do a thing for either of us. We left within a few minutes. I noticed a sex shop and cinema just diagonally and given my wife’s current mood, I thought ‘fuck it’, l’m going to suggest that we go inside. Once again, I was surprised when she said yes. The sex.