It’s the same with Veterans Day and Independence Day in America, or Bastille Day in France.”“A holiday would be kind of cool,” Blake protested...weakly before savoring another sip of beer.“Blake, you’re going to live a long time: thousands of years and more,” Scotty explained patiently. “How are you going to feel in a hundred years when ‘Dodge a Bullet Day, or whatever the hell they call it, is celebrated with marketing plans?”“That would bother me,” Blake agreed thoughtfully.“I still can’t. Fuck, I thought, I could get used to this! --- It turns out that those two girls were friends with the cute brunette that had smiled at me earlier in the lounge. They were all recent high school grads, taking a trip to celebrate. I chatted with them on deck and bought them drinks until it was time for me to go get ready for dinner. We said our farewells and made plans to meet up later at one of the bars. As I sat there through dinner with my parents, they asked about my day, and I told them I. She beckoned me over and undid my trousers pulling them down. I lay over her knee feeling the fabric of her skirt under me. Lecture over Jenny gave me a hard spanking over my underpants. It hurt, but the scenario did turn me on. Satisfied that my bottom was well warmed up, Jenny ordered me up and pulled my pants down. She gave my cock a quick wank, then pulled her skirt up to reveal black stockings, suspenders, black satin knickers and plump creamy thighs. Over I went again, this time with my. He and his friends were sitting at a few tables drinking beer, eating, smoking cigarettes, holding conversations and yelling playfully at one another. He had just graduated from five years of college with his CPA and was glad to finally be done with all the term papers and studying. This was his party and he was enjoying it. His pockets were already filled with a large number of checks and some folding green. He would be smiling all the way to the bank on Monday. Despite the fact that this was.