On the screen, the Cowboys kicker shanked what would have been the winning field goal; a mixture of groans and cheers echoed in the crowded bar. The b...unette sitting on Fred's left cursed and slammed her beer down, splashing his left cuff."Oh hell, I'm sorry!" she spluttered, trying to dab at his sleeve with a napkin. "Look, I'll pay for the cleaning bill..." That's okay," Fred reassured her, gently removing her hand from his wrist. "I guess you were rooting for the Cowboys, huh?" The woman. As Greg slid his fingers from me and told me to lean over the end if the table, I had just enough time to position myself, before he moved behind me and guided his shaft towards my arse as I reached around my hips, pulling myself wide as I felt him press his knob on my hole, feeling it throbbing with his pulse before I arched my back in pleasure to the feel of his knob pushing into me. Not stopping there, Greg continued to slide further until finally he pressed his hips hard against my arse,. ”“Okay, I’m, er, off to the gate then,” Lia said as she did just that, me taking the opportunity to make sure the camera was doing what I wanted by taking a couple of pictures of her arse as she walked away from me. Really nice arse on that woman. As she walked away I also noticed how limp her tail was. I didn’t think it would matter today, but I made a note to remind her later we might look into getting a jointed one, at least something more poseable but not in any way heavy. I knew she’d. Second, my house. Every corner I turned, there was a reminder of Keith. I needed to get away and think about my own future. I was sure that Brad and I would at least have a calm, quiet weekend together, reading, talking, reconnecting.Did I premeditate what happened?I dunno. NO. Really. But we were running through a grocery store buying the perishables for the week and we happened to go down the wine aisle.I like a glass of wine or two in the evening, and honestly, at this point, I was starting.