I was prepared for some heavy drinking and knew it would last sometime, so prepared myself by eating beforehand and wearing a wet pad in my underpants...as I have a tendency not to make it to the toilet after a few drinks. This ended up the case on this night as after around an hour of drinking I felt the urge to urinate and headed for the toilet. No surprise the toilet was busy and I had to wait in line for a free space as there were only 3 urinals. I glanced across while waiting and spotted 2. Once he was in I took a longer sniff at the small brown bottle and after securing the top begin to undulate my hips up to his thrusting. His male member slipped deeper and deeper till his pubic hairs were pressed into my butt crack and he started to grind and hunch. I was moaning and whimpering in lust and some pain as he worked his thick tool around my innards. His rock hard shaft was stretching and filling my anal sphincter tube and his breathing and words of encouragements spurred me on to. After having stored the lawnmower in the garage for the winter, I knew that the lawnmower wasn't going to start on the first pull. Still, I had performed all of the appropriate maintenance on the blasted machine so it should have started on the third or fourth pull. After the tenth pull, I started getting a little frustrated. I began yanking on the starter cord with a tad bit more energy than was advisable. Much to my horror and dismay, the recoil starter pulley broke. With a sick feeling in my. "And you're already cooking dinner, aren't you? It smells heavenly." Heavenly," I agreed, although the scent that filled my nostrils was hers. She was a feast for the senses."What are you making?" She giggled again."Oh, the dinner. Um, spaghetti Bolognese. Uh, salad. Garlic bread."Her eyes were dancing again as she looked down at me. With a delightful little wiggle of her eyebrows, she turned and headed down the hallway toward the window that looked out over the street. There was also a.