At about 2:30 in the morning she called me. It woke me up so i was a little angry. I asked her why she was calling me. She said " come pick me up i c...an't drive I'm too drunk."We argued but then I said ok. ( before you make a judgment in Georgia you get your drivers license at 16. )I drove and picked her up at her friends house and she was wasted. I struggled to get her in the car but I did. I drove back home. I helped her out of the car and into the house. The entire basement is her room so I. She wrapped herself round the upright again, adopting the same pose. ‘Can you bring your left knee a bit higher please?’ She moved as I asked. ‘Now the right hand over your shoulder, can you splay your fingers a little more?’ She adjusted her fingers, the sun bronzed skin glowing in contrast to the milky white of her shoulder. ‘That’s a bit too much Lyn, can you close them a fraction for me.’ Her fingers squeezed together slightly, like the hand of a lover caressing her. ‘Good that’s it.’ I. I was yelling at Ben and I was fucking back at him hard, as hard as I knew how. The bed was almost bouncing on stage just a little more than we had tried to do every rehearsal. Sara was always trying to get us to bounce so hard that the bed would move, well, tonight it was moving all right. The signal that the 20 minutes was up was one of the lights above us would flicker, and as it began to flicker I felt a warm rush of sperm filling me deeper than I had ever felt a man before. I was still. .The bar was kind of slow that night not too many cute guys that weren't taken so not much hope of scoring some free drinks unless someone showed up she was bored but not for long when excitement did show up she got more than she bargained for! Suddenly the door burst open and in strode a gang of rough looking bikers they were a mean hard riding nasty bunch a bartenders worst nightmare they blew in like an evil wind and settled down at the end of the bar...Patricia pretended they were not.