Leaping up, I snapped a kick out, the spiked heel of my shoe struck his head just above his nose. He staggered back, still holding the coffees in his ...ands.I ran toward him again jumping but directing my kick to his chest. The heel struck his sternum, he crashed to the ground, his hands spasmed as he did crushing the Styrofoam cups. Standing over him, I gazed at him, eyes rolled around trying to focus. I kicked again, driving the heel of my boot deep inside his chest. The blood gushed for a. Running her hands over the hair in my pits, legs, and pussy to gage the length. Her touch was very sensual, and I had never felt that with her before. She did my pits first making some small talk about the weather and such. Then she went to my legs, spreading them open a little to do the tops and sides, having me roll over to do the backs. She had me roll back over and gently caressed the inside of my leg, starting at my ankle and moving up to my thigh. I wonder to myself is she hitting on me?. From here, Icould look into the kitchen from a distance to see if anything transpired.I could see them still talking when I got to the garage, but then thingsstarted to happen. I saw Bernie's head disappear and my father slouchingin his chair, his head resting on its back. His eyes closed. I knew I hadto get closer, but I still didn't think it an appropriate time. ThenBernie's head reappeared and I saw him move towards my father and kiss himfull on the mouth. It was a long kiss and intense. The. The show ended, and the bar closed. While Vicky was getting things straightened up behind the bar, I put away some sound gear, then went into the office and hung out with the guys who owned the place, who were pretty cool. I told them I was giving Vicky a ride home, and they both smile and talked about how much they would like to spend some "quality" time with her. I didn't have any big expectations, since she hadn't given me any kind of signal.As it turned out, she wasn't really into hot.