Feeling clammy, she slowly walked to the back of the bar, pushing through a swinging door to what she hoped was the stock room. ‘Please please pleas... don’t be out there.’ She murmured to herself, trying to calm her racing heart. **** Hansen smirked at her retort. He sighed and sat back with his beer, taking only a sip. A small sip. He was looking in the mirror behind Carl and he could see someone pointing a comms unit at him. Now Hansen didn’t think he was an ugly guy. Far from it. The ladies. Jeanie was a 64 year old widow, who lived in Arkansas. She decided to travel around the US for a few months in her new Cadillac (beautiful car). She made it to Dallas that Thursday, because she was interested in possibly moving here and she had a job interview the next day. We talked on the phone and I worked a half day so we talked on my way home from work and it was a regular conversation until the end when she asked me if I wanted her pussy. That's when I knew my lifetime fantasy of fucking. "Well, Kim, how does that make you feel?" Dave asked. Kim said, "Hotter than hell. I like to be watched, but I don't remember ever talking to anyone who watched me like that, to critique us and want to do what we are doing as they watched. I think we need to move over to the other side of the bed and assume the same position, and let them watch you tongue-fuck my asshole, if you're still up fot it." I agree, let's show them how to do it and, baby, I'm still up for anything you want to do. My stomach fluttered wildly as though filled with millions of tiny butterflies. She slowly moved her head forwards and when our lips touched I jumped as a spark seemed to leap between them but I responded, slowly parting them and accepting without question. Her breath was warm and sweet and her lips soft. I closed my eyes. Inside my heard, fireworks were exploding in a shower of sparks. I didn't understand what I was feeling but I knew I liked it. It was a feeling I had never experienced.