Alcohol was only false courage. Ginny taught me that. She was an alcoholic. A recovering alcoholic. It had cost her her marriage and her relationship ...ith her children. It had been a very high price to pay. I met her not long after she joined AA. I admired her courage. She blamed no one but herself and knew it was a sickness. She dealt with it.I had no such excuse for my behavior. I was selfish. It all boiled down to that. It was always about what I wanted. I had been blind to it just as Ginny. Max went to unbutton her shirt when she stopped him. “We can’t do it here,” she exclaimed. “Why not,” asked Max pulling her into him. “Somebody will walk by and see us,” she replied. “Fine, we’ll go in the kitchen,” he said as he spun her around and ground his cock into her ass. With both hands she reached behind him and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. She gyrated her ass against him as he brought his hands around to squeeze her breasts. He was so hot and horny that he thought he was going. She said. "OH my God I can't do this, no, no, not right!"But he knew the drill and just let his hands do the work getting her to the verge of climax, then told her, the only way she was cumming was by his cock! Amy was beyond the point of return by this point so desperate to cum she agreed to his terms. She says she was only thinking to let him give her a quickie and then she'd jack him off, but of course she'd already crossed the line in her head and there was going to be no stopping this. She did think that her backside was way too big but she knew that some men, and indeed some women, liked females with a big arse.She decided on black bra and knickers and although she thought it very unlikely that things would go that far, she wore stockings.She completed her outfit with a white blouse, quite tight black skirt and a black jacket. She thought that apart from her backside stretching her skirt a bit she looked quite presentable.Harold's thoughts were not dissimilar to Ellen's as.