He held his hand out and stroked my arm, sending a shiver through my body, ‘For a second I thought that you were calling me a wanker.’ ‘Are you ...a wanker?’ I asked, the Vodka numbing my senses. He narrowed his eyes then he suddenly chuckled, ‘Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays!’ As we carried on joking and laughing Julia asked him if his group where a Stag Party. ‘Not really,’ he laughed as one of his friends brought him another pint, ‘we all go to the match together and this is a sort of. Ted held her tightly as she came, sucking her hard even as she trembled. Soon she was frantically pushing him away. "Oh God, Teddy! Please stop, stop! Oh shit! I can't take any more!" Her legs pulled together as he rose and the sight of her curling up and covering her sex almost made him laugh. "That looked like it felt pretty good. I've never seen you come that hard." Becca's face was as red as her hair and her full lips formed an exhausted smile. "Damn, Teddy. That was amazing. My pussy is. Being the only road that leads straight into the centre of town from the highway, you quite often get a load of tourists making a "brief stop" on their journey to stock up on all sorts of snacks and drinks. But today was just ridiculous. Fancy that; it’s my eighteenth birthday and we’re stuck in traffic so long that we could have already been in and out of town if we’d left the car at home and walked it! But my old man couldn’t possibly venture out into town without showing off all the work. An experience that wasn't sanctioned by my overbearing mother. One that was all mine. So I finally suggested that we find a hotel. We went up to the front desk of the first one we found, but Santiago didn't have enough money. Technically, I had a credit card with me and quite possibly enough cash to cover an hour or two in a hotel, but there was no fucking way I was going to leave a paper trail that I had rented a hotel room in the middle of the day in Mexico. So I told him I didn't have any.