Walk Home From The Pub
Normal walk home from the pub, when a friend joins us.
It had been what you'd call a normal night at the local pub we frequented; alcohol, music, and good company. My wife and I stayed until the bitter end as we were enjoying the evening so much. We were both a bit worse for wear I believe, due to too much alcohol, but nothing new there then! We started to walk home, arm in arm, talking dirty to each other, again, as normal, which led to me squeezing my wife's backside, and t...