That white skin and that hair, that slight smell made me mad. I stood behind her like a statue with an erect dick.“want to touch it?” she asked. I...just placed my hand in her hand. She led my hand to her ass crack and left it there. I gained courage and I knelt down while she spread legs. “This is it?” I kept my index finger on her asshole. I did not think any further. My senses dragged my mouth to her asshole. I didn’t care about how it tasted or how it smelled. I was trying to poke my tongue. She swallowed it all, milked out the last of my cum from my dick, but still, she didn’t stop and continued to suck.“I pleasured you,” she said. “Now pleasure me.”I laid her down, dived between her legs and ate her pussy. As she started to roll around, nearing climax, I jumped between her legs and pushed my dick into her. She wanted to fuck, and I was ready to give her what she wanted.Once I was all the way in, she moaned, “Oh God that feels good. It’s been so long. Please fuck me. I love the. I hadn't been to the Dojo at the previous week and didn't want to slide. I was working hard on the final steps to get my G4 grade. Krav Maga originally had a belt grading system similar to other martial arts, and that still kind of existed. But later there was a patch system instituted. Each belt covered several patches. There was P1 through P5, this was the Practitioner level. P5 was the first half of the Green belt. After the Practitioner patches, there was G1 through G5, which make up the. Four tables lined the wall to the left of the entrance and two pool tables were between the tables and the bar.Marshal spend the next four hours talking to the blond behind the bar who he found out was the owner. They talked of business and vacations they had both taken and how work had kept both of them from going on any vacations in the past several years. He also played a few games of pool with some of the locals including some very young ladies who were students at a local community.