He piled into a chair and laid his head back. ‘What happened to you?’ He grunted. ‘I think my truck got drunk last night.’ I looked out in the...driveway. He had a 1984 four wheel drive Silverado that he had restored and loved more than was reasonable. Usually a shining silver, it was covered with mud. ‘Don’t tell me you drove last night?’ ‘Nah, Sarah drove us home. She’s a little pissed. We went down to the bar last night and some guy was bragging about his Dodge. I had enough beer in me to. Going in, I knew it was going to be a busy night. There was so much to do. I decided that the first thing to do was go see Bob. Unfortunately I couldn't. When I knocked on the door to his office as usual, there was no answer. I opened it anyway but the room was empty. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. Apparently the girls and I had been so wiped out that we had gone to bed much earlier than usual. Bob was still up. Most likely, Rebecca was too. Well, that at least opened up one. In my case my clitoris will darken and the walls of my vagina will expand." I said to Joan, "I've got to feel you to make sure." We took off our clothes. I held her tightly, kissed her and caressed her breasts. Joan said, "We're both experiencing all of those symptoms." I took my hand and caressed her vagina with it. It was warm and her labia pouted. Joan held my penis as it became partially erect. My testicles were drawn up and I felt tension in my scrotum. I fingered Joan and her clitoris and. Good thing my Kirsch never fails me" she said. Angelika emptied the bottle in three huge gulps, but did not throw it away. Instead, she positioned it right between her legs, and pushed hard. Both Martin and me watched in awe as the slender bottle quickly disappeared. Alcohol trickled down her breasts, some gathered in her navel, next to a blue hummingbird. Martin licked the tiny pool, then gently removed Angelika's hand off the bottle. He grasped the small protruding part of it and pushed it in.