The topless bargirl watched for a while, before serving a customer I couldn’t see. A couple of men on stools, turned and watched. A young guy took a...seat, ordered his drink, then noticed us. He called his partner over so she could watch. I watched him, he was so young, his erection obvious. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. His girlfriend looked our way, a smile on her face. A smile that died when she saw me. It was Wendy. Wendy, my friend Wendy. Then she smiled again, and led her. More than a dozen and there was a chance that uncertainty might come creeping in, not that Walther had any uncertainty about his choice. As he said, he liked his women young and petite, with perky little breasts and tight little buttocks. He’d long held a theory that smaller breasts were more sensitive than the larger, pendulous variety. It was a theory he’d be testing to the full in the long hours of the coming night. One by one the women were waved across the room and, one by one, they. My arms reach around you and up to your shoulders as I kiss you back. Our lips press harder against each other. My mouth opens slightly to allow for your tongue. I can't help myself and nibble on your bottom lip. Our breath is quick and our hands start to press hard into each other and begin to explore our bodies. Deep breathes, a lust we can not control starts to take over. But we realize we are standing out in public and have to pull away from each other. Both letting out a slight giggle with. She’s just beginning to beg again, “PPlllleeeaaaassseee make...”, when he lurches forward, raising his front legs and ramming his chest against her rear end, pushing his huge bulk up and over her arse, sliding onto her leather clad body ... Knocking the wind, and the words, right out of her ... She almost disappears under him.His front legs around either side of her, wrapped part way under her, almost around the underside of the bench, pinning her down against it. His weight on her back, her.