Many times we would stick around after close and have a few before heading home.(Sometimes we would have a few too many!)One particular waitress/barte...der-a very sexxy woman in her mid fifties I'll call "L"-was known to not wear panties, just hose. Her boyfriend informed us one day that she also cut the crotch out of her hose, "because, she needed the fresh air."I found this to be true one night. We were staying late, and I kept her company until she was through cleaning up the bar. She bent. I tried to resist but was met by a vicious push and warning 'I bust your ass open or take it easy. You decide how you want it, Ill take it any way you give it'. Slowly I laid down on the bench, Daniel parted my buttocks and spit a glob of spittle right on to my quivering bung hole. Daniel moved up to my butt his massive cock head brushing against my puckering anal opening. I braced my self and grunted as Daniel inched his enormous cock head against my tight anal opening. Daniel whispered over. It was a black hat on Seth's head today, pulled down so low that I couldn't even see his eyes. That was fine with me, though. I was getting tired of him glaring at me, and I'd put money on the assumption that he was glaring again as he glanced between Aaron and me."Want some company?" Aaron asked, before Seth even had a chance to say anything. And before he gave a response, you would have thought it was a trick question he'd been asked, the way he stood hesitantly in the doorway glancing. ” Nick emphasized.“So you said. And I wouldn’t try to talk Pearl into one. Whoever she marries will more than have his hands full even if he’s madly in love with her.” Opal smiled fondly. “She’s in the house now, but she usually doesn’t get up until noon. You’ll meet her at the funeral if not sooner.”Nick nodded thoughtfully. “About the funeral ... Did you know Clive well?”“Hardly at all. He and my mother were first cousins and he was close friends with my father.” said Opal. “He actually led.