A typical Sunday at the RE

People don't usually believe random shit just happens to us. As proof how is this. Danny and I are in the line for the ATM, facing the back of this ganglor dude when his girlfriend starts running her hands up and down his back, inside his shirt and then (get this)..down the back of his pants. I mean down. Like whole hand in there searching for lost keys.

Danny and I turn to each other and just make a "wtf" look with our eyes. The look is seen by this random chick behind us who says the immortal line..

Her: Oh come on you can't tell me you wouldn't want *her* fingering your arse.

I admitted that it was a secret desire of mine to be anally fisted by a hot chick. Surprisingly the random chick didn't even flinch and just went on by saying

Her: Oh totally, I mean if I had a boyfriend and he asked me to do that I'd be so keen.

This then launched a 10minute conversation of the pros and cons of anal fisting and why they mite have felt the need to do such a thing in public. Some people may say 10 minutes is excessive but thats how long it took for the two dumb sluts slightly ahead of us to figure out the simple processing of putting a card into the machine and recieving money. They weren't even drunk either, just fucking stupid.

Anyway we made a parting call after I'd gotten money out and we never saw the girl again. I fear for her boyfriend.