1., but you can please yourselves, and I'm sure you will"Interstishul' yer say?"There I is, sat in a corner of the local's bar in the 'Jovial Tar'. Wh...t a bloody daft name that be. 'Twere the Jolly Sailor afore all they buggers from up London moved inter t'village an' landlord thort 'twere too commin fer the likes o' they, so 'ee got the brewry ter change it. Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the froth off 'is beer. I ain't never too. She woke Marianne as quietly as possible. Passed out on the rug, Leo more comfortably lying on the couch, Marianne groaned from the hard surface pressing against her hip and gratefully took Debra's hand to assist in standing. Kissing Leo, she covered him in a knitted blanket and followed Debra upstairs to the loving arms of her family.Early even for Joe, and being the center of an orgy of female flesh, he felt surprisingly rested. "Where are you going, Joe?" Marta asked groggily when he stood,. Both yearned for the excitement of an erotic confirmation, making that inevitably a foregone conclusion.The following day had not passed much further than noon, as Cathy awaited the buzz of her phone, her will almost demanding it. Clay duly obliged, seemingly under her control already, almost begging over the phone to visit her, on the premise of some mediocre reason - though his tone could not hide his true desire, sending her cunt into a tingle on virtually demanding he attend promptly at a. I close my eyes and part my lips, dreading what I know is coming but before it happens the man behind me begins pounding into me with such force that I am shoved forward, catching myself with my hands on the dirty floor so that my ass is high in the air with my legs spread. In the fall, my "lover" is torn from me and he is very obviously not pleased."You'll pay for that, bitch," he screams as he steps forward between my legs.Becoming angry that he would think it MY fault I scream back at him,.