“Actually, no,” the man replied.“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his ha...r.“I’m afraid I can’t,” breathes the bartender. “Is there anything I can do?”“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues, running her forefingers across the bartender’s lips and shyly popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to ask.“Tell him,” she. It was hard to make out exactly what she looked like, as my eyes were still adjusting to the sudden influx of light into the room. The light created a kind of aura around her that left me able to make out little more than a silhouette. The outline enticed me, as her breasts looked to definitely be bigger than a handful and her body, while not the tight, taut bodies of the girls in the movie, still had the hint of some curves. The one thing I was sure of though was that she wasn't looking. .wait, could it be true? I realized my fingers didn’t run across any material that felt like a waistband…Yes…YES!! My little vixen wasn’t wearing any panties: no thong; nothing at all underneath her nightgown. A new wave of lust shot through my veins. Upon my discovery, I acknowledged her naughty gesture by gently squeezing her ass cheek, before tracing her crack playfully with my finger. She finally stirred, and shifted her position slightly, as if in response. My finger traced her crack. " Mmmmmm." Tonya sighed, holding me close, her legs still wrapped around my hips, as the trembling of her body slowly ceased. I collapsed on her with a sigh of contentment. Tony opened her eyes seeing my face above her, feeling my softening cock still inside her. I rolled off her, smiling at her. I pulled her up off the blanket, . I asked Tonya to kneel on her hands and knees. I whispered to her, " Let me fuck you doggy style then let me fuck your tight virgin ass". " NO! Please not there! It.