I am sure I can find a cute bartender to hang out with" "Bailee? That is up to you," John said."Ahhh, well I am ok with you staying, Misty, I guess," ...ailee responded and then finished her glass of wine."Good," I said, "because I love watching my sexy man flirt with a beautiful lady and love to see a beautiful lady flirt with my man." Well, then I think I should make you happy too," Bailee said as she turned and gave John a tender sensual kiss on the lips. "It's my pleasure to meet you. She despised and yet missed it. It wasn't a conscious thought. She didn't miss the struggle and awkwardness of turning men down. She missed the attention; the idea that she was the center of attention. She followed her husband to an open booth at the side of the dining room."I guess I'm losing my touch, honey." She said as she slid into the booth opposite her husband. "You aren't losing your touch, babe; there are just a bunch of dorks here. We'll try again next week somewhere else." He said,. She had seen others at the hands of his violence before, and didn't want to be caught up in that storm.He was a dirty old man who spent time drinking and whoring in the bad part of town. He had never amounted to much - had never really worked and the house and what little else he owned was all through inheritance.Most of the company he kept was bad company.Well grandpa had worked out that he probably would never be able to wrestle down young Katie all by himself - as he was getting older and. I lifted my hips and lowered myself onto his delicious cock, that was standing straight at attention, just waiting to be ridden. He and I both groaned in pleasure as I wondered whether he could feel Jonny’s load still inside of me. I rode him to the point where I was so close to coming that I could barely continue thrusting my hips on him, when he then grabbed me by the hips, pushing himself deeper inside of me and rubbing my clit with his thumb until I quivered with pleasure, cumming all.