His eyes darted wildly about, anxiously scanning the remainder of his surroundings. The ground was powdered lightly with a fresh dusting of snow and h... seemed to be in some sort of depression. Shallow walls of earth encompassed him and in one paralyzing thought he imagined he might be entombed. Stricken with terror, unable to obey his brain’s demand to rise and scramble from his supposed grave, he returned his attention to the mangled catastrophe above him and with clearing eyes and mind, he. I accepted and we walked around the corner to his office. I was very large and on the corner of the building. He grabbed a bottle of club soda and some paper towels and asked if he could help. I said yes and he dropped to a knee and tried to blot the stain with a little club soda. I thanked him for his efforts as the stain started to disappear. I asked what I could do to repay him for his efforts to save my dress. He smiled and asked if I would go to dinner with him sometime. I smiled and said. "That's four more than Charlie!" Oh. I was wondering what you were doing." I responded."So how long is it?" Well, I haven't measured..." Come on!" she demanded. "All guys measure their dicks. How big is it?" It's seven and three quarters inches. Let's call it eight." I replied."Let's call it seven and three quarters," she corrected me. "That's the biggest. The first guy I held was smaller than Charlie, about 5 five and a half, and Charlie is a little under six inches. There was another guy. As the trio chatted in the corner over the loud music, the drunken Shirley leaned over and kissed Loraine on the mouth. Though the other woman was surprised by the audacity of the obvious novice, she played along anyway. Loraine returned her kiss and was quite impressed that despite her lost sobriety, Shirley was a great kisser. From the look on her face however, Loraine didn’t appear to be interested in sleeping with drunken women; and so what most probably would have been a great threesome.