I've still got a sour kinda taste inmy mouth. I hope like hell it's the vomit from outside the pub but Idunno...and I'm too damn scared and freaked o...t to lick my lips.Me and Van started drinking about three in the afternoon and seeing as itwas hot it kinda hit real hard. So we're drinkin' at his place then decidethat seeing as he's 21 in two weeks we should go to a pub to celebrate.After many ales and a few shots of bourbon him n' me are gettin' close tolegless. It was a real warm night and. And he grabbed my arm and pulled it away. "We want to see what's under your little bra."I nodded and let him pull my arm away. He was kinda rough about it. Ms J smiled and grabbed both of my boobs. She had strong hands and started kneading them and rubbing them. I kinda whimpered a little and she whispered into my ear, "What's the matter? Is that too rough?" She kept right on doing it the same way. I nodded a little and she replied, whispering again, "Well, that's too bad." She actually started. I asked if all was well, and she whispered that it was bliss, and for me to carry on. In those days, you couldn’t buy lubes as we can now, so Vaseline was the only easily available answer, and she had some handy, so I applied it to her asshole and my cock, and so one finger easily led to two, and I finger fucked her until I could see her asshole staying open as my fingers retracted. That was what she had told me to look for, so “Up now,” I said, and she obeyed, getting on to her hands and. . people ... mostly kept their clothes on.”The two of them stepped past the bar near the front door, and toward the dance floor. As they moved on, Clara slowed down and stared at the booths, at the people in them. While people on the dance floor were dancing as expected, with revealing cocktail dresses and casual suits with shirts almost completely undone, it was the people in the booths that were the main attraction.Jack recognized one of them, a Kindred. For a moment he wanted to panic,.