She looked hot and had a pair of legs to die for…Suddenly she looked up and noticed me looking at her for sure. She looked away quickly, but I conti...ued to stare at her. After a minute of avoiding my gaze, she looked up again at me. This time, I flashed a smile to her and mouthed a word… "Hello". She did not look down. She smiled back and removed her glasses. With a better look at her face, I was now sure she was a trans-girl. I flirted with my eyes for a few moments and suddenly I could feel. I told her how gorgeous she looked in her tight blouse and spandex with a camel toe leaving just enough to the imagination. She licked her full lips. She liked the attention.I said I was turned on when she checked out my guy’s ass. I told her his name is Tom. I asked if she liked his jeans and ass. She was ten years younger than me and likely didn't know the fun of button-fly jeans. She just liked his ass. I asked if she wanted to meet Tom and Stanley, Tom’s thick cock.I leaned in close to her. Les, a thin cord running from the tiny Japanese transistor radio in his jean pocket to his ear, has his eyes closed, his hips and feet move to some rock and roll number, probably Buddy Holly. There is one big difference. A large loud family of a dozen or so members has moved into the adjoining area and has pushed three tables together spread with tablecloths and food of all varieties. They are loud and raucous and obviously having a great time. Five or six children are running around playing. Dolly crying out profanities, as her plump body yields to his hard use.Somehow, Simon Green could never separate himself from what Thorn did to his wife. Simon believed he became Thorn, when in actuality, Thorn became Simon. Long before Thorn finished with her, Simon lay on the floor, covered in his own cum, sleeping, having exhausted his strength.“What do you think of Sheriff Lang?” Slye asked her, raising two fingers to the bartender.“What do I think of him, what do you mean, what do I think.