"Fuck me this day just keeps getting better." I look around and see the neon sign of an old bar that I had stopped at a time or two in the distance. I...grab my backpack that I always carried and started walking.About 15 mins later I entered that bar hot, sweaty, covered in road dust and still pissed off at the world. I walk to the bar and before the bar keep can I ask I order a double whiskey. In no time the drink was before me and even faster I downed it and asked for another one. After. I helped her to the bathroom, and that was when she found out something was different, just not what.I removed my clothes, slipped between her legs, and started to eat her. My tongue told me that her cherry was still pending reconstruction. When her clit was too sensitive for me to continue licking, I moved up her body. Her eyes told me that she needed not to say a word to let me know what she wanted. Gently, as I later learned that the asshole never did even when younger, I had my dick slowly. His hand stroked her naked limbs, glad, for once, that they were too poor to afford her to buy fabric for pantaloons. He moved up higher, making her stay still as he kissed and suckled his way up her calves, pressing her thighs apart slightly so he could caress them with his hands and lips, and ending at her perfect, fat ass cheeks. She shuddered as he bit and kissed each one before he smacked them and ordered her to continue up into the top room, the one their parents had occupied when they. “God. Oh god Matt. That was incredible.” Karen said as she raised her head. “Thank you.” Matt looked at her face, suddenly there was softness to her look. She had the appearance of a much younger woman. “Lay back down, sweetie” he said. “I haven’t finished.” Trusting him, she lay back and closed her eyes. Matt kissed and licked her soft mound, avoiding her sensitive clit for the moment. He ran his tongue to the crease where mound met leg, and down to her lower slit. He.