I told her that Tim and Diane would pick her up and take her out for dinner and drinks, and then would escort her back to the house to keep an eye on ...hings. This made her feel a bit better since they were trusted friends. She said she trusted me, and she loved me and that while nervous and a little scared about going through with it, her pussy was aching for some attention. I told her that I wanted to see and hear everything over the webcam so I could enjoy the show. She showered and shaved. Long story short but after another Prosecco and then a whiskey I couldn’t resist a dance especially when another lady got up to. I love a good dancer so when a guy slid off his bar stool and also joined in it was all turning out to be good fun especially as I was quite drunk. Of course the inevitable happened and he got closer as he danced, the flirting began and when I had a break he came and sat at my little table just chatting the normal pick-up lines but it was all good fun. I pretended to. Keith felt her breasts come to rest on his chest as she took control and put him gently on his back. He knew what was happening, but was determined not to think about it. It was so inappropriate and so wrong, but was so what his body had wanted for the last month nonstop. Keith moved his hands to her waist and ran them up her side, giving them both chill bumps as he felt the ample sides of her breasts through her t-shirt. Their cheeks brushed up against each other, and without thinking any. "I relaxed and let the pain meds work, "how bad?"They sobered and dad cleared his throat, "they had to replace one lung and there was a lot of internal damage and bleeding. There was muscle damage to the shoulder and hip and the stomach."He looked at the door and I followed it to see a constable. He walked to the foot of the bed, "we need a statement."That was a little different and he smiled and left out the part where Ginny and I had been fucking. No one else had realized it so as far as he.