We chatted for about an hour after which she agreed to a date on Saturday afternoon. She wanted to go for a picnic out into the country, with Bud alon... at her insistence. She said she knew just the right place.I picked Sharon up Saturday around eleven and she looked great. She didn't look like she was dressed for a picnic as she had on a sort of short clingy skirt and was obviously braless under a very snug top. But I wasn't complaining, she looked great and my cock was throbbing it's approval.. And now, out of the blue, she wanted to meet me for a drink.I saw her come in the front door of the bar and I noticed every male head in the place turn to look at her and appreciate her beauty. I didn't like her much, but I am not blind. Looking at her it was easy to see why my father had gone after her. Even at forty-three she had the nice tight look of a girl twenty years younger. She keeps that look with daily sessions on the Stairmaster down in the basement and with five mile runs three. I turned up the volume on the guitar and amplifier as loud as it would go. I struck a chord and nearly went deaf. Brad and Amy both shot up and put their hands on their heads. Both looked like hell. "Breakfast!" I told them. I put the guitar down and walked out of the room, Brad shouting at me as I left."You really are a fucking asshole man!" He shouted. "Your welcome!" I yelled back.Hangovers suck. I dont get them often but when I do it always helps to have a greasy meal. Its hard to get down. Lick my boobs my husband……..suck those tits……I love you, Dev,” she moaned while my tongue rolled on her boobs licking her both 38DD mounds of flesh with slow licks and pressing them ever so gently to take her arousal to the next level.Her breathing became faster and she moaned louder. I began to lick her right nipple with slow tongue licks pulling the nipple ring a bit and gently held her left nipple in my fingers and made a slow rubbing motion over the nipple ring making her go.