I took off my boots, socks and jeans and put the tights on they were quite thick but silky soft to touch and as they were a few days smelly even when ... pulled them up to my waist I could smell katy`s pussy.I then started to rub myself through the nylon material while sniffing the front and gusset of her panties this made me rock hard, it was a fantastic smell, when I was hard as hard as I could possibly get, I pulled the tights down to my thighs and really went for it, I knew I didn't have long. It was Saturday night, and there was going to be live music here tonight, but the band was still setting up and we weren't planning on staying longer than a single round.Our next stop was the Sligo Pub in Somerville. It was a dive, but it sure felt real. 'Moe's Tavern, but without the charm and atmosphere' was how somebody described it. We were out of there almost as fast as we could drain our glasses. We hit the Busy B Pub, just a short hop away in Watertown. This was a decent neighborhood bar. And that is what became of Catherine of Tarragon.General Grant yelled across to General Lee, “And how are your parents’?”Lee yelled back, “Very well, thank you. And it’s nice weather we’re having this time of year.”It was a very civil war.A teacher asked a student “If I gave you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples would you have?”The student said, “four”.The teacher said, “But one and one and one are three”.“I know”, said the student, “but I already have one apple.”There were. Oh I do love it!' Then she shocked me when she sat down on the bench seat of our booth and lifted her foot up on the seat, pretending to adjust her shoe. Lots of guys must have got a good view of her barely covered pussy. She then took a fit of the giggles and rested her head on my shoulder and fell fast asleep. A sure sign she was drunk. I roused her as best I could and at least got her on her feet and walking, though I did have to support her. It was a lovely balmy summers night. As we walked.