She asked me over for a drink.I wasn't sure what to say. How to respond. How to say no. I just stood open mothed and silent. I looked into her eyes, ...er face between long dark hair. I was looking at a young woman's face. My mind knew different but my eyes saw woman. Within a few moments we were sitting at a table with drinks. She had asked for Champagne cocktails. We made small talk and I complemented her looks. It seemed the nice thing to do. She had her hand on my shoulder as she looked. Along the wall were dusty framed pictures of a heavy weight fighter delivering knockout punches to his opponents.“Them was good days,” a deep voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see a large black man in sweats. He was older now, but it was obviously the man in the pictures. “Smitty,” he said and as he thrust a giant hand in my direction. “Jim,” I replied as his monster hand completely enclosed mine, “I would like to try boxing.”Smitty smiled and nodded. We talked for a while and I took and. Her pussy could not conceal the wetness emerging from the innermost depths of this woman; her slit was soaked in anticipation. I admired this pussy like I never did with one before. I took some seconds to savior the moment. Inhaling her scent, I probingly tapped her with the finger tip. She screamed, wanting more of my touch. I moved in from the side and was met with wide open legs. She practically pushed her treasures towards me. I finally shook off the spell of watching her and used both. ”It was nice meeting you, Angel. Take care out there and if you are in the neighborhood, why not stop by. I might not have my face painted or know how to cook, but I think we had fun last night.”“We certainly had, Leeza. You got me thinking about quitting and get settled, honest to Mickey.”I waved her, passed the CITI control barrier and boarded the people mover to get to Angel’s Wings.I can see you roll whatever you have for eyes, citizen, but she did make me think that way. Not all that soon.