I arranged with the doorman to pay the car cash when it arrived. With a generous tip for the car and himself. I had also told her to tell some friend... where she was going, who she was seeing - I sent some selfies for her to pass on - so that she felt safe meeting a complete stranger. And I also let her know that she could stand up and walk away if at any point she thought I wished her harm or if she felt at all uncomfortable - and I would pay her taxi home. Without question. My doorman. . too many little teeny boppers, and to go you can feel like an old fart way out of place. Music that nobody should ever listen to and dancing that more resembles someone having a fit... but we went any way.We heard of this place that had decent music and a good mix of ages.We got dressed up and headed out for the night. We weren't there for very long and we hit the dance floor. Some music we knew was playing and we danced and held each other tight. Not that you could help it, the dance floor. I moved my hand over to it and she grasped down on it. I continued to hold her hand for about 5 minutes when I realized just how late it was.Granted it got dark pretty early I could still tell that it was pretty late. As I sat there holding her hand and staring up into the sky I could still hear the occasional gun shots and explosions. I started to slowly stand up as soon as I started to stand up, I felt Jackie’s grip strengthen tenfold. “Hey don’t worry; I’m going to be right around I’ve just. My cock reacted at the thought of her petite hand slipping through my thighs and gently caressing my heavy balls. The girl was only eighteen. I was almost thirty years her senior but I needed to bang her. I wanted to sink my hard rod into her spongy little entrance, listening to her soft moans of pleasure as I sawed in and out of her. I imagined feeling how wet and hot her little snatch was as I forced the head of my dick inside of my tight, soapy fist. I was wanking. I cupped my aching balls,.