Then looking up again, i saw her pale round bare arse cheeks and smooth bald pink pussy under it, and eagerly i lifted my hard eager cock and pressed ...t against her pussy mound."Now show me what you got! Stud!" she then said eagerly.I then pushed against her smooth little pussy, and her little pink lips parted, and i slipped into her, filling her warm wet hole with my hard thick cock."Oh god, that's the stuff! Momma ain't felt something like that since her sorority days!" Bernadette moaned. He picked up the pants and held them up against Piatkowski. The cream-colored slacks still bore some of the bloodstains from the beating the police had given Marty in subduing him that day over eight years before. Horace admired the material. ‘Nice slack’s, Marty. What is it, Italian?’ ‘Armani.’ Horace nodded, impressed. ‘I’d keep ’em, I was you.’ ‘Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now then back then.’ Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed. I watched her ass from behind, and marveled at how two people who had just connected for the first time could be so casual and natural with each other. She turned around as I washed myself in the bath, watching me, and I felt no shyness in front of her. I saw her prominent pussy lips as she stood in front of me, and my thoughts were turned to how my cock had been between those lips and in her pussy just a few hours before, and yet I was unsure how she would react if I were to simply reach out. Lights were on in the bar. I was “thirsty”. It was kind of a dingy place. Smelled like wet dog. 3 or 4 pool tables stood in the back. The bar was shaped like an “L”. Cowboys, in various dress (chaps, vests, hats) adorned the walls, in black and white. I was the only customer. Behind the bar, a 40ish man wearing nothing more than boxers. “What’ll you have sweetie?” “Bud Light, please.” “You got it……2 bucks.” I fished out 3, leaving it with a “Thanks.” “Is it always so dead in here?” .