‘You lucky bitch.’ She shrugged. ‘Yeah, but Angela says one day it’ll all catch up to me, so don’t get too jealous.’ I was barely lucid en...ough to work my coffee machine, and gulped down the bitter sludge it spat out. Jean lightly sipped at her mug. ‘I think it’s starting to come back to me,’ she said. ‘We went back here, and then we started making out, but then you broke away suddenly and puked on both of our shirts. By the time I had gotten them off you were asleep on the couch.’ ‘Jesus,’ I. I ran my hands over his chest, down his toned abs to his belt, unfastening it in one fluid movement. I undid the top button of his jeans and he pulled away, kissing my neck and then my breasts. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making me writhe in pleasure. He kissed down my stomach to my skirt. He pulled it down and moved his head down to my panties. He kissed my pussy through the fabric, hinting at what was to come. I pushed down my pants, willing him to take me there. He ran his. All zippered up he turned and finally faced me, 'Thanks Em', he said somewhat sheepishly, we were good friends in a mates sort of way, but I was never sexually attracted to fattish blokes, but I have to admit, my eyes did have a sneak peak at his crotch, if his bulge was big enough I might have waved my prejudices and bent over the coffee table and done us both a favour.I took my coat off and took a deep breath, my breasts strained and predictably, Leo ogled, I knew he would drink my piss out. ’ Peter gestured at the ten or so occupants quietly indulging in solitude. ‘And Chris was talking the other day about hiring some help for the crazy amount of people that come here.’ Somehow Walt found this amusing and was cackling his old-man laugh when the door to the bar opened. The wind swept in as Peter spotted a young woman and a man come in. They looked around and grabbed a small table. She carried a large black book and he seemed to be familiar with her as he began chatting gaily. Her.