‘What can I get you?’ the bartender asked as he stopped in front of Mark, wiping his hands on a towel. ‘Can I get a Red Stripe?’ Mark asked. T...e bartender nodded and moved away. Mark glanced around at the bar and watched some of the people for a few seconds until the bartender returned. Thanking him, Mark lifted the dark bottle to his lips and drank deeply. He set it down and looked around again, but not really registering what he saw inside the pub. He knew drinking probably wasn’t the best. “No, Mrs. Cartwright,” she mimicked, before bursting out laughing once again. “What’s so funny?” I asked honestly. “When you get to my age, you’ll know,” she said, “When younger people think of you only as Mrs. This or Mr. That, it’s as though there’s a barrier between age groups. I’m not all THAT old!” “I’m sorry,” I said, “What should I call you?” She stood up and sat down next to me on the couch, dangling her bare leg over my knee, pushing her torso into me so that when I looked down, I. It was eight in the morning, and class had finished sixteen hours ago. She usually slept later than this, but the sun slowly worked its way up her bed and to her face, and the rays were both warm and bright enough to awaken her into a fabulous mood that matched this fabulous day. She kicked her covers off, revealing the small tuft of pubic hair under her pink Star Wars t-shirt, threw her legs over the side of her bed, and she was up. Stretching the last of her sleep away, and exposing her. She moaned with pleasure.She then stood up and kissed me, very passionately. We embraced as we looked in each other’s eyes. She mentioned she would like to hear more about what I did with her husband. I told her I could show her right now, as he was tied up in my cottage."Would you like that, Mary?" I tempted.Mary smiled and excitedly agreed.I held her hand as I guided her across the grass to my cottage. I kissed her again and rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her dress. "Once you this,.