It was one of those nights up at the cabin.....maybe we'd all had a little too much to drink....but I remembered everything....
Robbie always tried to tell me I was drunk and he put me to bed.....and I let him think I believed him.....but I remember every thrust inside me even if he thinks I don't!!!
I'd say you drank just the right amount.....
ReplyDeleteI think you should discuss this with Cousin Robbie. Invite him over for drinks.
Darn that one looks nice