You can see it in your mind. You take a drink, just a small one, and you cough because you aren't used to it. Then you sip again. Just a small sip, be...ause you don't know how the alcohol might affect you. And that's a good thing, because as you continue to sip from that one and only glass of wine, you started feeling funny, didn't you." Yes. Dee told me I was drunk. I felt dizzy, and I couldn't seem to make my words sound right." Yes, and you felt happy, too, didn't you?" She nodded immediately. Mistress sat on the stool and rolled over toward me. Mistress reached for something on the tray. i could see her putting on a pair of latex gloves, the black ones."Let's get this cock hard, shall we?" Mistress said as she began to play with and stroke my cock."mmmmmmmmmmmmm" I know how much you like for me to rub your cock bitch." Mistress said as she reached for a bottle of lube on the table. Mistress squirted some in her hand and began spreading it all over my cock and and balls.Mistress. She was driving us both crazy with her sounds and movement, not to mention her alluringly musky aroma. Unable to wait any longer, I finally lowered my seat-back and slid her hot box up to my face. I drilled my tongue into her yummy slit over and over. She went wild as I nibbled on her oversized clit. Wrapping both of her hands around my head, Jane tried in vain to stuff my face inside her. When she climaxed, she actually fell into the back seat. Her quivering pussy still lying on my face. It’s a lot more, of course. Davenport is right on the Mississippi River and a lot of barge traffic travels up and down the river through the east side of the city, across from Moline, Illinois. Interstate 80 runs right through the city and eventually ends in San Francisco. In other words, it was no small hick town, with a hundred thousand people living there.Clarksville, however, was just the opposite. The population was about six thousand, counting the surrounding area, and the only road.