Luckily this was one of those larger booths instead of the tiny ones with just a chair in them. I rip off my tank top and toss it the the bench and lo...ok over at the first dude--”aight dawg—how ya'll want to do this”? “Bend over to cuz there cracker—and swallow some dick yo”. The cuz pulled out a well hung dick—I guessed about 8” just hangin. I thought to myself this isn't going to be easy—as I played the top about 90 % of the time. I reached up a grab dude by the balls, and gently tugged on. I used to promise I would make her a queen someday, and she’d laugh it off and tell me I could start by stealing some fish for lunch.’ ‘Tell me you did not steal fish, Charlie!’ Lillie interjected. ‘I wish I could tell you that,’ Charlie said. ‘But as I said, it was a hardscrabble childhood. We did only steal what we needed, and we usually got away with nothing more than screams about how one day we’d be sent off to the mainland to work in the factories. And that, my friend, was a fate worse. My wife was told that she needed to drink at least one drink and be sociable. She agreed that she would drink the one drink. About thirty minutes later, the host of the meal stated that it must be working. Moo said she looked up and everybody was looking at my wife. She was just setting there with no movement. The boy friend of the host got up and went around to my wife. He put both hands down over her shoulders and manipulated her boobs. She did not move or say anything. The host then said. It occurred to me that I had missed a very important bit of conversation. I stood and walked with her, uncomfortably aware at every step that I had made an utter ass of myself. She noticed, finally."What's wrong?" she asked. "Have you changed your mind?" She looked a little hurt."Umm, no. I just..." I looked around, desperately. Not too many people in the park, not in mid-January. I gulped, looked down at the flowers I was clutching -- crushing -- in my hands. "I didn't hear what you said," I.