we were coming back from a marathon drinking session, a sober girl driving, who would very kindly occassionaly reach over & fiddle with my equipment. Chris & Jane were in the backseat, drunk as skunks, having a little fiddle them selves. "pull over Sal, i need to piss" i drunkenly slurred. Sal found a suitable spot, pulled in & parked up. i practically fell out of the car & weaved my way across the grass to the fence, where i proceeded to have the worlds longest piss. 30 seconds into this huge piss i was joined by Chris & Jane. Jane clutched the top of the fence, bent double & began to very noisily vomit. Chris stood behind her & very gently gathered in her long blond hair to the back of her neck to prevent it dangling in the stream of vomit. even in my drunken state & under these bizarre circumstances i got a warm fuzzy feeling & thought "awww, isn't love grand ?". Chris then lent foward & said "i'm going to squeeze your tits now, ok ?"
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