She wanted him so much, every time she saw him her thoughts turned dirty and depraved. She knew he was much older and married but it only made her des...re for him more wrong, and therefore more exciting. At night she dreamt of his thin strong mouth lapping at her wet pussy, his stubble scratching her delicate skin- arousing her more and more. She wore shorter skirts and left the top button of her blouse undone. She kept walking past his desk, moving her hips in a seductive way. Going over to ask. Frankly, I don't recall (although I do vividly recollect eventually obeying the maxim to the max with the self-same niece!)An undisputed fact is that the Dr. Spock "bible" of child-rearing has certainly done its damage over the past few decades, focusing as it does on the "self-esteem" model and forbidding spanking as a form of discipline. Gentle spanking of young children, along with time-outs, denial of television, and the like, are effective and necessary. The woefully disrespectful culture. It would be a good idea to get there and shop for cigarettes. Once inside the bar I came into a vending machine, next to the door, put some coins in the slut, and out it went what I needed. While I kept pressing buttons to select, I looked around to get familiar with this environment within this place: just old people, mainly constructions workers, many of them gathered at the bar with lots of glasses on the counter. I could guess who the bartender behind the bar was: a woman. She was. His cock was very large, but not stiff. It looked very red and was dripping with our juices. I looked up at him and we smiled at each other, both looking tired and drained. I laid my head on him and closed my eyes.My eyes opened when I felt someone pushing my legs together. As I sat there I had evidently let my legs fall apart, giving the room a direct shot at my cunt. But I felt better with my legs spread as my pussy lips were thick and engorged, and I was very sore down there. I honestly.