As he was standing there next to me, I watched his nostrils flare and realized he must have caught the aroma of my sex. It was too late to close my le...s without being obvious.I glanced to my right and saw my husband had returned and was sitting at the far end of the bar. He gave me a slight nod of his head and a sly smile. I almost laughed out loud. He had set this up! Throwing caution to the wind, I swiveled on my bar stool so that I was facing the man next to me. We started up a conversation. There were others, the lady I met who was a secretary for a prof I had in college, she was fifty-three, then, and she also had me do some shots of her sister who was three years older. And, yes, the sex was both frequent and quite wonderful. Sometimes with them both.The oldest, so far, was the lady at a deli that I went to quite often for lunch when I was in college. Margaret Cashman was her name. She was sixty-seven and really quite nice looking. Her hair was a natural gray and her skin was. .." WHY DON'T YOU GO AND GET FUCKED!"Mason was about to take a step towards Debbie Hawkins, the girl with the mouth when the guy who'd been on the receiving end of the blowjob, Anton Martin, began to approach him. "These are friendly get-togethers Mason and we intend to keep it that way, and besides this isn't your place."Mason looked behind him and saw a tall skinny guy with black stringy hair who was well known for his karate expertise and his redheaded girlfriend approaching. They were both. What an honor it is to finally meet you.’ His voice was deep and seductive. He could make a fortune with a voice like that, Sabrina thought. It reminded her of something that she had read in a magazine about women flocking to men with husky voices, because deep voices mean… She mentally shook herself. Now is not the time for this. ‘An honor, Mr. Cabrezi? How so?’ Cabrezi leaned forward in his chair and said, ‘Because your reputation is widely known, and I can tell already that it was not.