Het is muisstil in de zaal. Alle ogen volgen elke handeling. En dan neemt ze me. In mijn kont. Ze neemt mij zonder enig omzien. Zoals hun mannen hun a...tijd namen, als hun zaad eruit moest. “Rukken is voor janetten” was hun slogan en dus gingen ze in hun vrouwen rammen. Als ’t moest droog erin. Als hun zaad maar spuiten kon. Elk neukgat was bruikbaar. De derde vrouw gaat naar de ceremoniemeester. Ze zet zich op haar knieën en doet zijn gulp open. Een paar rukbewegingen en dan neemt haar mond. I has seen prostitution stings on television, and I wasn’t about to fall victim to a pretty face and a cute ass.“Sure,” I replied without saying anything else.She placed her hand on to my thigh and then quickly moved it to my crotch. Damn.She bit down on her lower lip as she squeezed my tool through the fabric of my jeans.“You’re huge,” she whispered.I unfastened my belt and the button to my fly. She quickly worked her hand into the opening, feeling for my man tool.“Let me suck on it,” she. He had not, Dean told himself, been liberated to chase every skirt passing his way. Somehow, though, he began to focus on Maria, as he learned more about her. The Greek-American girl focused her soft eyes on him intently, appearing to take in more than she was letting on. He began to let go of the British couple, interesting though they were, and found himself drawn to learn more about Maria. As their eyes drank in each other, he caught her breathing pacing his, her pupils dilating. His own. Never one to shy away from a challenge Kate said we should join them since we could drink them under the table any day of the week, and so off we went with them. We spent a few hours on a bar crawl along the main strip. During this time I have to admit I was feeling fairly ancient compared to the young teens and twenties who surrounded us (and fairly drunk). Kate on the other hand was rather reborn and seemed to hit it off with the youngsters, downing shot after shot. Seeing me feeling left out.