Okay so I'm at an after party in Brisbane and there

Okay so I'm at an after party in Brisbane and there is this older woman who has had a lot to drink. After talking to her for a while she starts buying me drinks and getting really friendly, putting her arm around me and grabbing my ass and such. After a while she's telling my friends who much she wishes she could take me back to her hotel room but she's there with her sister and her brother in law and if she did that, they would tell her husband. I suggest my hotel room, she says she's tempted but she can't, she suggests we go behind the bar in an alley, but I wasn't down with that, she goes inside to buy another drink, and my friend tells me to go in after her, I stop her before she gets to the bar and look over at the womens washroom and she drags me into it, asks some girls that were inside if they had a problem with us fucking in a stall, and they didn't, so we did. Afterwards she told me she's been married for 15 years and has two kids.
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