Her and her friend stepped up and started buying their tickets. I was raging hard looking at the deep ass cleavage that her dress made between her ass...cheeks. So maybe I stepped behind her just a little bit closer than normal.After they got their tickets her friend handed one to her. But she dropped hers on the ground. And before I knew what she was going to do, she bent over to pick it up, and rocked her big wide ass, cheeks spread apart, with her big deep ass crack, right back into me...right. Wouldn't want to trade places with Sandra, though. They're practically drooling all over her, these immature snotty boys our age. Good bargain for the bar, though. The boss naturally won't complain about it either.”Chad sighed, shaking his head, and rolled his eyes before speaking again, “when I was your age, we were all over girls like you. We didn't like these skeletal bag of bones. Bones are for dogs, we used to say. What's happened to our youth?”“Things change. Change affects everyone, so. True, he took a local virgin for dalliance once every two or three years, but always returned them unharmed and with a pouch of gold to boot. Which was leagues better than what the local nobles did when they went dallying. All in all, if you had to have a wizard in the neighborhood, you could do a lot worse than the self-professed easy going Mighty Quinn. There was just one thing you did not mess with that belonged to Quinn. His true love. His great passion.His Garden.Now, as you can imagine,. He asked, “Are you talking to me?”“Sure, can I join you?”“I guess.” The man arranged his tray to make a little room at the table for John.John set his tray down and extended his hand, “I’m John Carter!”“Jack Anderson,” replied the man as he shook John’s hand. The tired look fled his eyes for a moment.“Nice to meet you Jack. Doesn’t this food look good?”“I guess so. I eat here twice a day, so I don’t really notice. Fridays they have fried seafood. I usually get the shrimp for lunch and the fish.