Something to the effect that 'this was what you get for fucking my wife' or something like that. That's all I said. He went ballistic right then and t...hey carried him out and... that's the last time I saw him." I see. Would you care to explain that statement, Mr. Gilchrist?" Statement?" Ryan asked. "What I just said?" He let a confused expression settle over his features."No, that what... well, that the sentence was what he got for having sex with your wife." Well... I don't know what you want. For a year and a half they were together before he dropped out and I was no longer interested in him. Over the next year or so after they broke up I heard he always threw parties, got drunk, and slept with numerous girls. I believed it except for how many girls he slept with; Ian wasn't that stupid or low. Laughing at his comment I blurt, "Yeah, I know." "You two were friends weren't you?" Ian asks while he continues to strum his guitar. I shrug. "I guess you could say so." "Well then maybe you. I kissed her neck and slowly made my way to her big tits. I took her nipples into my mouth one by one and sucked them hard making her give off soft moans. I then placed kisses down her belly until I was on my knees in the shower. I lifted her right leg over my shoulder and started eat her sweet cunt. I licked up and down her puss muffing her and stimulating her clit. She moaned as I brought her to orgasm. After she finished orgasmning she switched the water off and suggested we make our way to. In the end there were about 35 people who wanted to stay at the hotel and I also managed to arrange a deal with a coach company to take the other 50 or so back for a good price and do a multi-point drop off so there was less hassle at the Sutton end. The Awards function started at 7’o clock in the Britannia Suite of the former Birmingham Hilton Hotel, the function room set up with a large raised stage area which would double up as dance floor later in the evening. Several hundred chairs.