Weena was waiting for — still excited. "PSM! You can service me in public whenever you want! Well, you may not want to for the next day or three."As...we drove home, I retold the tale. We decided to be modest, not ostentatious. I'd keep the medal in its box, not on my lapel. We also talked about 'the Evans Plan' — speculating on what it might be. Neither of us had an idea.Rob was quite congratulatory when we got home. I was tired so I went to bed after having a small snack. Sunday morning at. I try not to flip that switch, because it can’t be turned back on. I will take so much punishment before I do it, because if there’s any chance, any tiny .000001% of a chance that it will get better, I want to hang on. I’m tenacious. I don’t know how to give up. I refuse to believe I can’t fix things no matter how bad they get. But I’m learning that I can’t fix people. I can’t make someone feel things, or make them want to provide what I need. They either will, or they won’t. People are drawn. Its a broken down car . i want to drive on but you make me stop . its a girl who got into car trouble and broke down., i offer to drop her off although i want to leave her there , my cock is still semi hard and i can feel my precum leaking form my cock head.where are you staying you ask ,and the girl says Kildare, Kildare i shout but we are in Dublin . its fucking miles away. , but you interrupt " you can stay at our place". i nearly choke you, but agree only because she is a lovely little. ‘Does she want me to pull these nasty shorts off her?’ I held my hips up still as I made a pouty expression and nodded my head yes. ‘Put your fingers back in me … please.’ Her face lowered until it touched the space between my stomach and the top of my pussy, and then began kissing while she pulled my pants from my hips. ‘Love this part.’ Her mouth moved lower. ‘And this part.’ She repeated that each time she moved her mouth and kissed again. I was close to grabbing her head and forcing it.