After a nice dinner, I took Susan to The Metro, a popular nightclub on the West Side that offered high-powered music and dancing. Susan always loved s...ch places and we spent the next couple of hours on the dance floor, enjoying each other's company. Susan proved to be an excellent dancer, and the way she moved her body filled me with an appreciation that I'd never felt before. We had a few drinks, but I kept them to a minimum, trying my best not to do anything that might break the wonderful. "I thought we'd come for shoes," she replied."Yes but I've just spotted these they're all the rage and first you needsome shoes for now, those pumps are unsuitable. Here are some trainersocks," Emma took the cut down socks and tried on the trainers."Just a fraction too small," she said. Betty was ready with a half sizelarger, probably euro size one more. "That's a fit very comfortable." Good, now for something a bit dressier."Emma smiled realising that she had been more anxious to get. He had curses that curdled the ear. ‘Climb the mountain’ was a contest created by men to test themselves. Though many a woman would say it was developed by boys. We gathered in the main bailey and those who would participate drew lots. The commander and I drew as well. There was no rank on the mountain and no shame in losing, although there was pride in the winning. We paired off, as luck dictated, and fought with swords fated to the contest. They were dull and contained many notches where the. I needed a piss between pubs and walked in to the public gents where there were two blokes at the urinals with a spare one in between them. It was a bit cramped so I sort of squeezed in and then realised I had to fish my knob out without letting them see my tights so I undid my jeans and slowly pulled the front of them down to release it and discreetly looked either side to check for looks. So far so good until I noticed the guy to my right suck in his breath and pull his cock back and forward.