She spread her legs a little wider, but still slept soundly. ‘My God,’ he thought. ‘Is she dreaming that I’m here? Or is she just pretending t... be asleep.’ A soft snore confirmed his first guess. His lips continued where his finger and thumb had let off, and he kissed her labia softly. He sucked her hardened clit as he would a peppermint drop, and moved two fingers in and out of her to the rhythm of her steady breathing. He stopped to check if she was still asleep, and when confident that she. ”“Can you be a bartender?”“Nope. But I know a lot of bartenders. Hey, you must know people as well. Can you hire a bartender from another bar to come in for some extra hours? I mean don’t try to steal them from their bar, but see if there are a few who could fill in one day here and one day there.”“I hadn’t thought of that.”“I bet you anything that if you called the managers from the bars that are in the pub crawl coming up, that you could find four or five bartenders that would be willing to. "She didn't feel like having mercy on me though, far from it. We stayed in the pub for about two hours and she teased me unmercifully all the time. Which ended as she returned from the loo and stuffed something into my pocket as I stood talking to some friends at the bar!Needless to say, after I discovered the "something" was her very wet panties, I needed to get home in a hurry!We made love as soon as we got in. Both a little bit drunk, we reached for each other and fell onto the couch. She. I leaned over while I was talking and he stared at my cleavage.I finally convinced him to give me a ride and then he made me climb up. I got in my dress crept up and Butch said it was a nice view.Then I answered that he seemed to like more my shaven pussy lips than my tits; I noticed a huge bulge in his trousers…He laughed and went out to hook my broken car to his van. Then he finally drove off to my house.Soon I felt his heavy hand on my bare thigh. Then it moved up. Butch looked into my eyes..