He will not drink and he acts like a mother hen to these ladies after they have had a few. One night as he was dropping off my well loose wife I came ...out to his car to help her in. I thought I was going to be ****d by all the ladies , they where saying all kinds of nasty stuff to me. Trying to get me to show them my cock. One lady said Brad won't show us his stuff...she was plastered. Well on the last outing Brad had a date and wouldn't be able to womenset these ladies. My wife had the idea. She gave a certain address and asked me to come over there and I reach there by 11.30 and was staring at my hangouts.It was very real to me, It was shivering for me. It was making my hands tremble a little to be honest.I got a ping, “Black gate , just close the gate and come in, dont make any noise”This was the moment. I opend the door and went it. She!! She is the most beautiful women I have seen. She was wearing a saree. She was trembling also. ur eyes met and I casually closed the door.. After a long day the cool, tartness of the drink was soothing, relaxing my tension. I chatted with another road warrior, then finished my drink and went to my room to freshen up and lose the tie. The restaurant was a short walk from my hotel, so at around 7:15 I took the leisurely stroll in that direction. As I reached the front door, Sandi was pulling up. She stepped out of the car, sheathed in a sleeveless black dress that highlighted her long, tanned legs. Curly blonde hair hung across her. Each time a mistake was made, a tankard of ale had to be emptied. No ancient symbol had been overlooked; Odin’s spear lay upon the altar, the Elders wore their white robes, and the goði, the priests from Hasvik, had added dark red capes to their stately outfits.The First Keeper of Hasvik wore a robe adorned with the world tree Yggdrasil embroidered on his chest.Over a hundred fifty clan chiefs both from the Alliance of the East and the Western clans in finest, most traditional garments complete.