I unscrew the top of the bottle and proceed to poor quarter of it down the funnel, it goes straight down without touching the sides.You gag again, wha...t a wimp!I go back and get a bottle of red pills from the medicine cabinet, the label's still in mint condition as are all my supplies and tools here.I come back and put the bottle in front of your eyes so you can read the label. So funny, total panic in your face now.I unscrew the top and shake out three pills, put them down the funnel, there's. There must have been over thirty crammed into her twenty-four foot length. Jack was unmistakeable in his canvas sailing smock, his thick dark hair tousled by the wind. She quickly scanned the story. It was about the 'little ships' that had gone to Dunkirk and plucked the British Army off the beaches. Already this massive defeat was being re-written as an epic. She supposed it was in a way but, like everyone else, she'd have preferred a real victory."Among the last of the gallant 'little ships'. She seemed very pleased with this and, as the other two looked on, she unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled them down to the floor, revealing a black, lacy thong pulled tight into the fold between her legs. Watching my eyes closely, she slipped her hand down the front of the thin band of material and began to masturbate for me, before dropping her thong to the ground, and moving quickly to her chair. Lowering herself, she reached out with her left hand and grasped my now limp cock, pulling me. Walking back into the main bar, my thighs were rubbing together and admittedly I was a little flushed with excitement.As I walked toward my Barstool I had a sexy smirk on my face.I sat back on my bar stool, crossed my stocking legs and placed my wine up to my lips.Hubby leant over and whispered "What are you up to?" Just having a bit of slutty fun with an old friend!" I replied."Anyone I know?" Oh yeah you know him. It’s Mac! I've sent him a few selfies and I'm waiting for his response!"“Show.