You have to meet him, he's a great kid." I look forward to meeting him. Just name the time and place and I'll be there. So, how are you doing? It must...have been really rough on you. I heard to late to make the funeral, I hope you got my flowers." They were beautiful John. Thank you for thinking of us." I often think of you and the rest of the group. We had some good times together." She gave me a Miller's lite. She knew what I drank."I have customers to serve so I hope I see you again," she. She sat down and gave me some real bad news, the bartender had died. I was pretty shook up and she offered to stay at my table and talk. For the rest of the evening the only time she left the table was to do a dance on the stage. She didn't have real big breasts but she did something that caught my attention. During one of her dances she gave a squeeze to one of her boobs and a tiny white drop appeared on the nipple.Did I mention that along with big boobs I have a deep fantasy about. Her response was the usual mixture of moans and body thrusts that signified her pleasure. Quite unexpectedly, she arched her back and nearly screamed. I thought that this was through my ministrations and set to with further gusto. She relaxed somewhat and reverted to her usual moans and hip thrusts. This mystified me a little, but I carried on and added to the action, some kissing around her neck and shoulders, this usually had a direct result too.Again, she arched her back and bit her hand,. We decided to start the night at the Wild Horse Saloon. We walked the few blocks and paid our cover charge to a bouncer who seemed to have an attitude, and we went in. The Wild Horse is a huge bar, grille and western dance destination. We found a table next to the dance floor and ordered martinis from our cowgirl waitress . The waitress was wearing tight short-shorts, seamed stockings and a gaping t-shirt. The dance floor was packed with lots of cowboy and cowgirl wannabees. I asked Carol to.