The joint isn’t a club and isn’t in the country. It’s just a down-to-earth bar and restaurant.JK is another of my part-time freelancers. Like Bu...ter Fagin. Like the portly Tony Gonzales who helped me out on a stamp scam a while back.JK looks like a racetrack tout. Or how the movies portray them. Slender, kind of weaselly-looking. Pencil mustache that compliments the dyed-black combover. Which is rarely seen because he rarely removes his leather English racing cap.JK orders 18-year-old Jameson. That Dolly was no stranger to a man's pride and joy was evident from the manner in which she welded my bat at this moment. As I said, she spied a drop of moisture oozing from my cockhead and dipped her head down just a little so that her red tresses fell over my manhood. Then, turning her head slowly from side to side, she dragged her hair back and forth across my prick. This "hair bob" felt as if she were caressing my prick with a feather. It didn't take long for my prick to be buoyantly. Kya main aapke mobile se ek call kar sakti hoon. Mere mobile par network nahi aa raha hai.Maine bina kuch bole hi uske haath mein mobile de diya.Woh kisi lady se bat karne lagi thi.Call khatm hone par usne mujhe muskarate huye mobile diya aur thanks kaha. Uske husband ghar par nahi aaye the. Usne sabkuch dekhkar bhi andekha kiya, par jate jate ek bat woh mujhe kah gayi, shuruat kuch is tarah ho gayi ….Shashank, ek baat kahu tumse …. Bura to nahi manoge?Nahi… To… Kaho na mam…Is tarah ki tasvire. ” “Nice to meet you.” I replied as I stuck my hand out to shake hers. “I’m afraid we started the party without you, but I am sure you can catch up.” Shelly handed me her pipe so I could take a hit. “I hope you don’t mind that I invited Allie. I figured it would be fun and if you didn’t make it, then I would still have someone to play with.” “No I don’t mind. The more the merrier.” I said. With that Shelly got up and started to rub my chest and then rub down the crotch of my jeans. “Come on.