She agreed and said it was a shame.Two weeks later, we were on a works do and after the fourth pub people were starting to show the signs of being a l...ittle worse for wear. All of a sudden two of the girls started fighting. It was all over very quickly, but it had destroyed the atmosphere and most of the people out either wanted to go their separate ways or go home. Clare turned to me and said, "you're not going, are you?"I was having a good time and fancied a few more drinks so I said, "you're. He arches his back, and moans. We lock eyes, as I go faster. Just as David Gilmour from pink Floyd guitar solo begins, he fills me up once more. I giggle and ride him a little more. “Fuck baby.” I kiss him, and keep him inside me. *buzz buzz* he checks his phone. “Oh baby, we gotta go now if we wanna we see the concert. We stand up, then put our clothes on and race back to the car. We get to the concert. I place my dab pen in my boobs. Then go through the body check before we enter the concert.. I don't know what he does for fun, and he doesn't know what I do either."Oh my God," Marta said. "Shellie just handed me a fucking shot under the stall door. A fucking shot! Shellie, what is this?"I heard a voice in the background yell, "Just drink it you dirty slut!" and my sister screamed with laughter."Danny," my sister said very seriously, "I want you to know that normally I would never drink a shot that someone handed me under the door of a toilet stall." There was more laughter from. Ronnie told me that she would like to help me with the boat. We disconnected the boat, splashed some water over it and parked it in the garage.“Would you like a coffee before I run you home, Ronnie?”“Ron is working late tonight. I told him that I may not come home tonight. Do you mind if I bed down here for the night rather than being alone waiting for him to come home?”“Yep, I’d like that. It’s good to have company.”I made a coffee and threw together a meal. Ronnie talked and joked with me all.