The pub is quiet and usually only has its regulars which is why I love its charm and quaintness. It has that old rustic feel to it and it seems like n...thing has changed for years. I move to the bar, quickly capture her attention and order a drink. She rushes off to get my glass of Sancerre and her quiet voice shakes as she hands me back my change. As I sip my wine I watch her while I can and without making it too obvious. Sadly, it’s getting late and once again the opportunity for me to talk to. I'm not saying that this was how it really happened but I suspect it's pretty near.I've decided to tell the story from her point of view mainly because that's how I heard it originally.It had been a long day but I needed to get a few things from the supermarket, so on the way home I diverted to our local 'Saveway'. As car park was nearly full I had to park quite a long way from the entrance and it was already getting dark. The queues were long and by the time I finished and headed out towards. Instantly she was on her knees with her mouth on my eagerly thrusting pussy. Her tongue licked around my dripping well and then plunged into the center. She licked deep and she licked high and she licked hard. My moans were filling the room and I was worried I would be heard. “Susan,” my voice was barely a squeak, “someone will hear us.” She pulled up long enough to respond, “Not in here, the room is sound proof.” She returned her attention to my pleasure and the room was once again. The fact is I drove a '74 Ford Pinto wagon. I just wanted you people to think I was cool. And the story before it, 'Lost Tribe' about a vacation I took in South America two years ago, that is not completely true either. The fact is we never intended to pay for our guide's plane ride back from Brazil. We intended to stick them with the bill. I know, I know, I'm really sorry. Oh, but speaking of vacations, I never told you people about my vacation last year. Now this is completely true. Every.