) and slid it up my bare thigh, under my short skirt towards my wet pussy. Jenny! What are you doing? I want you to know that Im not wearing panties, ...and I want you to feel me up whenever we dance together tonight. OK? I think that should be possible. Do you want everyone to know whats going on? That depends on how many drinks Ive had. How many before you want them all to know? I think that the first one or two might be enough. Do you think that Im a slut? Yes. I love being married to a slut.. We had a passionate kiss for nearly 10-15mins I didn’t touch her as this was my first experience then later I kissed her on her forehead and with a smile,lust and love in heart I went back to the place where i was seated she had left as her friends were about to leave I was thinking about her I couldn’t get her off my mind..I drank more 3-4 shots and was high I couldn’t go home soo called my parents and said I would stay with my friend in his house as I m studying they agreed I was drunk I. Raul was married so was I, we both knew it, he clearly knew my original job of course, I was hoping these informations would make him use brakes not to let things go out of control, especially when a very close friend of mines reminded me once, that some men would take love as granted between a man and a woman, especially when intimate and sexual relations are an ongoing process with much more pleasure than he would normally get at home.In my own thinking and my pre-set dictionary of life, I. The meshed compartment gate was sprung and Bison was into the cabin. The illuminated road veered from left to right as he and his muscular ally pummelled down on the seated drivers. The sound of tyres screeching was just audible above the holler of twenty or so cons cheering them on.The leaders hand reached for the wheel pushing the unconscious driver to one side his foot searching for the pedals. The caged room behind him was a roar of desperate men chanting his name, “Bison! Bison! Bison!”.