And since everyone else at the bar was drinking out of bar glasses, there was no question about which drink was Big Tony's.But there was Sam, who's a ...hieving scumbag. He was some kind of sales guy - cars, couches, computers, I don't know or care. He spent a lot of time in the Admiral, but not much money. I guess he like to look, and grab, but wasn't willing to tip. Not much of a surprise that the girls hated him. He'd start off Monday with a twenty dollar bill and a clean shirt, and not change. 'I don't have his youth or physique, ' I whispered to Abby, 'but I do have a very hard cock if you need one.'Abby spun around; her hand was still down the front of her trousers. The shock on her face was evident. She struggled to pull her hand out but I gripped her arm to prevent her.'Please don't stop.' I felt her arm relax and so released my grip. 'You look so, so sexy like that, ' I added.It took a few seconds for Abby to recover some composure when she finally said, 'God David. Are you. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile. Thanks again, TNC *************** Mark woke up when Vanessa ran her finger across his cheek, smiling as she saw his eyes playing across her body, the thin robe untied. She could feel them caressing her as surely as if he was using his fingers. Her nipples hardened as he looked at them and watched as his eyes widened as he saw what she had done. She knew he could see the way her pussy was swollen and wet, she had shaved it. Interesting,” Elizabeth said.“Impractical if you ask me,” the cobbler’s wife noted. The boots had the same sort of strings that Julia used to tie her clothing running across the tops. They were tall, perhaps going to the knee. At the back was a wedge that elevated the heel. “My husband got swindled by a foreigner. The man told him women in Denayian capital are wearing those things now. I think the man was lying. You’d get stuck in the mud the first time you crossed the street. With those.