She is still a virgin, just waiting for the right guy. Maybe I have a shot here, she seems interested. I have a couple of beers and it gets busy so I ...o home and dream about her. I can’t get her out of my mind. I go back a couple of days later and she is there again. It is slow and she is re-stocking the bar. She goes out in back to get some napkins. I hear “Shit’ come from the back. “Rick (that’s me) can you come back here and give me a hand?” She yells. I get up off my stool and saunter into. I was a little upset because it interrupted the perfect technology of the groping. A touch to the brush is the right way to get rejected. In fact, this zone is much more private than even touching a butt. But what to do? Don't give up! I also very gently and slowly began to touch her brush and fingers with mine. It was very exciting and required surgical precision. After 10 minutes of such touches, I began to make light strokes. Another 10 minutes and I felt her move her hand. And she began to. My hand seemed to gain a mind of its own as I masturbated, working to find the right combination to make me orgasm. I felt it getting closer. It was a slow climb, much different from how it felt being a guy. The spark was inside of me, growing and wanting to explode. I became aware of how hard and quick my breathing had become, my hand now vigorously working inside of my panties.“Oh my God,” I said to myself in a breathy voice. “Oh my god, oh my god!” I repeated.My body tensed up as the spark. He left again, intending to go and find the riot and break a few police and Safety Patrol heads. He had a bag full of cans of pepper spray, all completely illegal, and intended to use them. He had less than an hour to live, though he didn’t know it.“That went well,” came another voice.Jacko turned to see another semi-regular, a man probably in his mid-forties. One whose face he recognised, though whose name he didn’t know. He didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows enquiringly.The.