I had recently turned 26, and I was accompanied by my girlfriend Shelly, who was 24. The old, beat-up Land-Rover disappeared down a side alley as if she was going around the back. Porn sex “I don’t see how,” answered the barman, “they’ve both been drinking lime and lemon on ice.”
“They weren’t drunk?” I probed, unnerved at the implications of his words. They’ve been having lime and lemon on ice.”
“Oh yeah! I’ve got a bird-cage in the back, look. Fuck me for quite a while, apparently. I get it. “Good news and bad news, I’m afraid. You know what it’s like when you have a room full of women all baying and carrying on.”
“Screaming and baying?” I almost yelled. There may not be another chance for a while.”
I stood motionless for a couple of seconds as I took in the implications of his words. You know your girlfriend. And when these hands started a blatant mutual massage, their hips seemed to gyrate even more slowly. She said she’ll keep fucking me until she decides we’ve both cum enough for one session.”
“Oh!” was about as much as I could muster.
