It’s pouring down buckets, I grabbed the door umbrella and got my wife out of the car.“I’ll melt,” she said.“Good,” I said. “Maybe it’...ll melt...” We won’t go into that ... I should mention that she still has jeans she wore in high school. I doubt she can get the waist around her thigh ... singular. A bit past plush. A hundred pounds past.Her mom said, “Go home David. We’ll call.”“When are they going to glue you back together?” I asked.“The twenty-second,” she said.“Karen ... help out,” I. ” You hear her giggle and take your cock back in her mouth. She seems so eager, and you feel your cumshot building. “I’m going to cum in your mouth.” She lets you out long enough to say, “Let me have it,” and stuffs your shaft back in so your cockhead is nearly in her throat again. “Oh fuck, Tara,” you groan, trying not to call attention to yourself as you unload, pumping what feels like a liter of jizz into her mouth. You hear Tara choke, struggling to keep it all in her mouth. You also. He wanders over to a bar stool and asks the bartender for a shot of Jack Daniels.He sits there for a while, then calls out to the bartender. “Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?”At that point the entire bar falls deadly silent.In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says, “Before you tell that joke, cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.2. The bouncer is a blonde girl with a. The bar is closing now; time for everyone to leave. We don't have to go home, but we can't stay here. No problem, I'm way too drunk and tired to do anymore partying anyway. I say goodbye to my friends and hop in the nearest cab back to my place. The cabbie is gives me looks in the rear-view mirror. He makes me uncomfortable; his tip just got cut in half. I hurry out of the cab and make sure to walk to my neighbour's house until the cab is out of sight; last thing I need is some horny cab driver.