I was scared that Allison was going to be pissed at me, but it seemed as if nothing happened. I told my wife what happened and she said that Allison p...obably thinks it was an accident and to just let it go. Later that night, while fucking my wife, I described the events in detail, but added that I had entered Allison and started to finger fuck her until she screamed and came. My wife had orgasm after orgasm while I whispered in her ear that Allison sucked my cock as she came on my fingers. This. ‘Hi,’ Sarah Yearwood said as she took a barstool in the Night Shadow club. She offered a shy smile to the bartender. ‘Hi,’ said the bartender, a petite young lady with curly brunette hair and strangely attractive features. ‘May I get you something?’ ‘Just a Coke, please,’ Sarah replied. ‘No Coke. Pepsi?’ the bartender replied in a funny voice. Sarah looked puzzled until she recalled seeing a Saturday Night Live rerun on late-late-late TV one night when she was unable to sleep despite the best. I try to wish away my gray flecks and the crow’s feet. ‘I wasn’t sure you’d come,’ she says, reaching behind the curtains and snatching her note to me off the window glass. ‘I won’t be needing this anymore, will I?’I nod in agreement, but find myself utterly tongue-tied in the presence of this extraordinarily beautiful and gifted girl.‘Oh, I sorry!’ she says switching to an almost perfectly accented Parisian French. (I can’t speak it well, but I know a good French accent when I hear one.) ‘I’m. She's gorgeous. 5'2, long tan legs, muscular from years of volleyball and softball. Her hair, usually down, was a dirty blonde color which made her blue eyes stand out. Her chest had to be close to a 36d, which was the perfect size. Her bubble butt was perfect. I just wanted to rest my hands on it. She was the sweetest girl. Everyone knew she wasn't into boys. She was proud. She didn't hide who she was. She let everyone know. I could have taken a lesson from, that but I hide it. As far as I.