I got the impression that I was Charles new sailor boy, which i found quite exciting. Before I knew it the club was closing and when Charles suggested...we go back to his bar for a drink i was more than happy to say As we stood chatting I began to notice that Charles cock had begun to get hard as he pressed against me, his friend was also brushing up against me and every now and then they would have a conversation in spanish, both glancing at me as they spoke. I got the impression that I was. Hand over fist, yes sir. Making it hand over fist." Well," said Carl. "Mina says they'll be digging out there at least 17 more years." Shit Fire!! I can retire!!" the owner grinned, "Hell, my kids can retire before that's over." You mentioned sides of Angus? You got them here?" Cal asked."Hell yes ... local and not feed lot. Got whole carcasses too."Cal had his cell out before the man got past 'Hell yes.'"Mina? No I'm not mad ... are you?"Carl said to the owner, "I'd like to be a fly on the. I had been alert for the entire process. The unladylike spreading of her legs as she rose from her place, the lovely moment when her right leg swung out over the chair and took its place alongside her left, so that she could rise and stand up, facing away from me and showing me her fantastic ass.The divine moment when, still naked as the day she was born (but with, presumably, a whole lot more going for her, now) she finally, seemingly reluctantly, wrapped the big towel around her treasures and. The tempo increased, each thrust more savage than the previous one, deeper and more penetrating, her legs against the table top, pressed hard up to the overhang with every movement, the bruising pain exquisitely adding to her sense of being used, of being possessed, of giving herself to this man she hardly knew just for his joy, and to supply her husband with a stimulant, one he didn’t really need. She felt wanton, used, filled, excited, cheap, and slutty all in one, it was sublime. She.