I took him by the hand, giggling like a schoolgirl and invited him to sit down. "Get me a beer, will you baby?" he asked. I sauntered to the kitchen, ...winging my hips as much as possible, putting one foot in front of the other in short steps so he could see my ass wiggle. As I did, I turned back to see him grinning and I winked at him. I bought him his beer, and sat on the couch next to him and cuddled up to him. I started to massage his cock. He said, "not so fast, slut. I have something. But still, it was fascinating to stand there watching Otto stroke his cock, and knowing that when he came, it would be a truly huge and impressive sight to see (as well as consume)!Nothing was said between the two of us as Otto stood there stroking his cock, but eventually, he began quietly moaning, as his orgasm was approaching!Then, when Otto did start ejaculating, he began to moan much louder, and I could see from the expression on his face, and the tone of his voice, that the orgasm was. When you're a bartender it's easy enough to come by the willing ones, and although my low standards sometimes made me feel guilty I wasn't stupid enough to say no. If Jackie thought anything of my girlfriends she said nothing, which was weird because we could talk about everything else.She had this way of flirting which seemed natural and fun; the customers responded to it and so did I. I'm not sure she was even aware she was doing it, but she had this way of making you feel at ease, like you. And Tom, and their good friend Al, were all that was here tonight. The conversation began to take on a sexual nature the more they smoked and drank. They decided to tell a story about someone they knew, and tell all the details , as they knew them. Jo, my daughter toldthem about a friend of hers,who when she was 16 use to jurk-off her 13year old brother. About the fourth time she was pumping his peter, her mother cought them, and raised hell. That was the last time she gave him a hand.