“Did a lot of guys do that?” I asked, suddenly aware that she might have done more than just flounce and flirt. I can. Xnxx new Drunk on her, I knew she was one fuckin’ in a million! Promise you won’t hate me, okay? I had the feeling her fingers, too, were dancing in the dark crevices of her latent desires. “Would it matter?” she said, “I mean, really, if it’s one, it might as well be more than one, right?”
“Is my wife gonna be slut tonight?”
“I’ve always been a slut for you—now I’m gonna be everyone’s slut.” At that
point I heard a long drawn-out moan. I had the feeling her fingers, too, were dancing in the dark crevices of her latent desires. I sat up, I wanted her to hear me clearly, “Sweetness and light, love of my life, I do not wish, ever, to deny you any of the pleasures of this carnal world, be they small or great, righteous or wicked, I do not know. I love ‘em big—big boners that you can slurp on and then cram in your cunt.” Her voice was crystal clear. Some people are “sad” drunks, not Kerry, she was the happiest drunk-girl I ever knew.
