"I'm not a total sleaze. But I think you're cute for an older guy. And I guess you can decide where to go from there," Katie said to me.I looked at he..., shocked, and said, "Seriously? You're not kidding?"She looked at me, smiled shyly, and said, "Nope."I just stood there. Unable to believe what was happening. "It's up to you. But I like you. I think it'd be kind of hot to try whatever you'd want. I've never fooled around with an older dude before," Katie said.Right then, my wife and. The entire episode had been witnessed by an old drunk at the other end of the bar. He now walked up to the selective scotch drinker, put a glass down in front of him and asked: “What do you think of this?”The scotch expert took a sip of the golden liquid and spat it out violently on the bar. “That’s disgusting!” he said. “It tastes like piss!”“It is,” replied the old drunk. “Now tell me how old I am.A man walked into a bar and said to the bartender: “Give me a beer before the arguments. With my fist already around my hard cock I watched on as my wife lifted her bottom off the bed to allow easier removal of her marital panties. The last line of defense from another mans big hard cock removed, displaying what is on offer, another mans wife's cunt. James would roll them up in a ball in his hands and either tossed them on the floor, threw them on the side dressers, drop them on the bed and once he came straight to me after removing a pair from my wife while holding them out to me. He sat on a chair behind the priest, his part in the morning benediction apparently to just look good and inspire. That was good. It was also good that his own faith was weak enough that he could convert to anything that wasn't that strange. This seemed to be a version of Christianity that gave Mary a bit more importance, but then maybe all Catholics did that. He for sure hadn't paid much attention to them. Religion had, so he understood, been beaten out of both his parents in misguided.