“I saw you,” she giggled, prodding me in the chest, “You naughty naughty boy.”
“Well, I was horny,” I shrugged, casually, and I took another toke on the joint and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Sex I didn’t see a name for the bar, it didn’t seem to need one. The singer finished his song and soon started another one. It was a full half-hour before I finally unloaded my sperm into Jenny’s rectum, a good, powerful and prolonged orgasm. I’m twenty-five, a quarter-of-a-century old!”
“Yeah, really?” I commented, genuinely surprised, “You don’t look it.”
“Aw, thanks sweetie. I was at that point where such public nudity hardly even seemed noteworthy! The woman was tall and pale, dressed in skin-tight black leather trousers and a Union Jack emblazoned boob-tube. Maybe I’m getting too old and shit.”
“You’re not old.”
“Thanks. I noticed she had really nice green eyes. The singer merrily asked the people in the bar if they were “having some fuckin’ fun”, and when appropriately greeted with lots of wild calls to the affirmative (including from Jenny and me) the singer and her band started to play. “Er…here,” I said, glancing round and noticing her tight hotpants and thong sitting on the table. However, a bit of drink and a bit of weed, combined with Kaylee’s forthercoming attitude and the general anarchic raunchiness of the
