He looked her up and down. "Look at you. You almostlook not pale. So, how was the trip?" With that, she told him abouteverything, well almost ever...thing. He laughed when he told her aboutthe guys from the 'U." He called them 'convicts' and explained - ortried - something about Penn State beating them in the 1986 season.She watched as he, who was maybe seven at the time it happened, becameinvested in the story, which became a morality play."How was your weekend? What did you do?" I saw. Her eyes got even wider as his dick got larger. It was almost twelve inches when it was rock hard. By this point, she was using one hand to stroke it and the other was playing with his balls.Part of her felt proud that she was arousing him so much, but another part of her felt scared. Mostly because she knew he planned on putting this monster inside her. "Enough stroking", Chris said suddenly, breaking her from her thoughts. "I want to feel your mouth on my dick."She took a breath and began by. ‘Have fun, kids,’ Paul grinned and Fenton took that as being parental approval. As they were driving off Trinity asked: ‘You have a vehicle, why didn’t you drive here tonight.’ ‘When I drink I don’t drive – that is, if I plan properly.’ ‘I’ve had quite a lot to drink, but I am confident I am within the limit because it was over a long period and I only drank with food.’ ‘Trinity it’s not worth the risk of being caught right on the limit, or just over it. Drop me off at your place and I’ll. .. and one thumb. Nine? Egad, no wonder she was so unsteady on her pseudopods.Shelly, my main waitress, came up that moment with another drink. "Cocktail?" she offered. To me, she whispered, "Mocktail." Good. The sot needed some time to sober up, and preferably without any caffeine. Last thing I wanted was a wide-awake drunk. At one hour per drink, she'd be here for front gate opening tomorrow morning. Heck, at this rate she'd still be here as her kids were opening their presents on Christmas.