Anyway you know what I mean, you being a high class judge and all. I mean after all I was drunk because that is what bars are for, to get drunk in, ai...’t they. Isn’t it in bars where you go to get a little strange and get drunk? Otherwise why have bars in the first place? You know what I mean? Anyways, it all started over this pool game. We was playing eight ball on a coin table and one of the guys watching said as how his dick got way harder than a cue ball. And somebody else said that he was. She was leaning completely on me. She was there in that position for nearly a min or so. I was out of this world.In the meantime, we have reached another stop and the person in the window seat beside the old man got down. I asked the lady to take the seat, but she declined politely and asked to sit. I thought I had missed a great opportunity to see her cleavage. Hesitatingly I sat beside the old man.The conductor started coming to the back door again. She moved and stood exactly near my right. While swiping the customer's credit card, I saw my broad black goddess turn toward her partner. As he lifted his camera, she lifted her skirt. He snapped, she pulled her skirt down again. They were so slick about it that it only took two seconds, but with her back to me I'd been able to glimpse a completely bare bum. Thats right, no panties! None that I could see, anyway.They did it so swiftly and expertly that scarcely anyone noticed we'd just been used as an unwitting backdrop for a pussy. I tightened my grip and gave her neck a few brutal shakes and lowered her head back down on the dirty feather pillow. She made a long drawn out moan as some last air escaped from her lungs, a few small spasms traveled down her legs and she was quiet. Her mouth was frozen open, her pink tongue was protruding out a bit, a silver piercing visible in the middle of it. Her face was red, her blue eyes were like a doll’s, fixed and staring. I continued strangling her for a few minutes, watching a.