The combination of rushed vodka and night air was doubly intoxicating and I stroked my arm slipped his jacket onto the small of his back, and then rou...d onto his hip. The ill-fitting shirt had loosened itself from the waistband of his trousers and my fingers met warm smooth flesh.We came to a small road off to the left and went along it for fifty yards or so before we entered a small pub. There was a small lounge at the back of it where we sat together in a corner booth.With drinks in front of. Less lounge like, more of a playroom and softly lit. There would be porn playing on the televisions, most likely, and couples would be taking advantage of plush couches and padded leather benches as inhibitions were shed. Towards the back, the furnishing were less mundane. She recalled the shocked excitement she’d felt on her first visit back there. A polished wood stockade on a small wooden platform had intrigued her. She’d watched in fascination as a middle aged woman wearing only a pair of. "Not really, I'm just tired of correcting them." I sighed and let my anger run out of me as I briskly rubbed my face; it was cold but there was hardly any wind today so it wasn't too bad. "What did Michael mean?" Oh, its stupid," he told me."Tell me anyway," I persisted. "Connor said something about his family wasn't allowed here, or something." It's a bit more complicated than that." He was quiet for a moment, looking unsure. "I'm not even sure I should tell you. Its an old legend that. “Besides, it was the only way I could get her to go down on me. Sometimes you have to be creative.”And that set the tone for the next forty-seven minutes.Joanna broke her silence at that point to say, “Well I’m ready to fess up about my first time, or should I say times?”“Tell us anyway you want too, Joanna.” Paul said softly, having noticed her hand clenching the towel on her lap.“I guess everything started when I was in high school. Back then my ass and legs were already shapely, although my.