”Lorraine’s car was a Silver 1992 Porsche 928 S4 with a manual transmission. It was that or her husband’s car which was a 1991 Mercedes 420 SEL,...so if I were given the choice the Porsche was the one.I said, “I’m an excellent driver but are you sure, I mean your car is a new Porsche?”Lorraine kissed me and said, “Of course I’m sure, don’t you trust me with your truck?”I kissed her back and said, “Since you put it like that, no problem, I won’t be leaving until a quarter after eleven o’clock,. The boss of the pub had been giving me the eye for quite a few months, and tonight, he decided he wasn't going to wait any more. We were all sat chatting, and touching each other, getting more and more turned on. I was getting moist and my clit was screaming out to be rubbed. I really didn't care who did it, as long as someone did. My boss seemed to sense my body and stuck his hand between my legs, feeling the small amount of cum that had started to drip out of me. He pulled me over to him, and. Everyone has their needs. It deserves to be fulfilled.Me (pushing my fingers on her pussy region): When did I deny that?! In fact, I am helping you in that, babe!The hot milf’s expression was priceless. She started becoming restless. All I had done was to rub her pussy from over her clothes. That made the impact. Then she whispered, “This is a public place. Not here! Let’s go to the washroom”.But I was in no mood to make it this easy! I kept on doing the same for quite some time.The Bengali. Having been in this position in enough movies, I knew what to do. "Bartender, please send for a marshal."As it happened, that was not necessary. The town marshal just happened to have walked through the door when I fired my first shot. Therefore, he saw everything, including the fact that I had been sitting down during the whole fracas. That alone was worthy of note and had caught his attention. Furthermore, the three bullies were well known troublemakers, so the marshal ruled it self defense.