It had to be homemade. A deep rose color. A little bubbly. And tasty. Lynn smacked her lips after each sip. And potent. The first sip had made her gig...le. The alcohol had shot directly to her brain. And now she'd been sitting here for what seemed like hours, sipping and giggling and sipping more. The boys had left her a half gallon of the stuff in a glass jug, and she'd sipped down more than a quart. The wine made her terribly thirsty, and she sipped water along with the wine. She'd drunk. I grabbed them after a short while of them swaying to distraction. He fucked me hard for a while, then he pulled out and pulled me enough to know he wanted me on my side. When I rolled, he pulled me further, guiding me on my knees. As soon as I was in that position, he grabbed my hips, and guided himself in me. It was much more intense, and he felt deeper, tighter. When he was all the way in, I distanced my knees and the pressure on his dick loosened. With that he began fucking me. The force. But he gave me a nice glance, telling me my choice was right. As the conversation flowed easily so did the margarita shots giving me the confidence to initiate what both Jeremy and me knew was the reason we were here. Whilst we had been chatting my hand had been resting at the top of Adam thigh but now I leant forward and slowly ran my hand up his firm leg, slowly caressing his crotch. I felt his cock stiffen instantly and knew it was yje right time to carry on. "Come on, guys, lets go to have. There was a McDonald’s there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street. I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an early lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the meat was pounded out, seasoned,.