I’ll go over first and shine the torch for you. You come next and then Sarah. OK?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. Even that one word was an effort. I was out ...f condition not having walked for a couple of months and that pack was heavy. Maureen walked carefully across the plank bridge. I could hear the running water but I could barely see it, not because it was a long way below the bridge, it wasn’t, but because there was a mist above the stream. Halfway across, following Maureen’s torch, my foot caught on. The club is called Clapham Gold. It has two stories, several bars and a great selection of music which pulsated throughout the night. So we headed inside to the pulsating sounds emanating from the speakers .We sat back on one of the large sofas and enjoyed the club and its music. The large screen projected images of soccer as this little trip to the club was during the world cup in South Africa. It was a month where the whole country was partying. There was some close contact and unashamed. Julie was sat opposite us.sylias hand moved back to my thigh , quickly her hand was rubbing my hard rod . Julie looked at her enviously. she could see what her sister was doing to my cock. !'John on the drink again then slyv ? '' yeah but whats new? sylia said.'Daves cock' julie joked? yes your right there , feels lovely and big . Her hand unzipped my fly and managed to get her hand in to grip its girth.ooooh thats is so so big , thats goina stretch my my snatch nice , gonna give me some. “Nigella was a junkie. Like an alcoholic who should have stuck with AA. It would have been NA with her. But for whatever reason, she never did. I’m the one who got off booze.”“You’re on the wagon?”“Me and Rachel both. Kind of each other’s sponsor I guess. I had a mega relapse when Nige died. Kind of emphasized the need to stay sober. Been sober ten years, right honey?”“Yep,” Rachel chimed in. “Tell us about MIRE.”“Good one, babe,” Eddie chuckled. “Nigella again.”“Our first real collaboration,”.