"Allison was silent for several seconds and then said, "Sure, I'd like that. I'm through cleaning house and I was just going to do a little shopping t...is afternoon." Good," I replied. "We can have lunch and then you can do your shopping."We decided to meet at a small Mexican restaurant that had a patio where we could sit outside. I arrived before Allison and I was glad that I did. It was a joy watching her walk toward me. She had on white shorts, a tight, rather low-cut top and she had a. Then she began putting the nipples in my mouth. She kept doing this for some time. Now, I lost my control. I caught her neck and pulled her towards me, grabbed her nipple in my mouth, and started sucking it.She: You bastard, you couldn’t hold it for 5 mins, could you? Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhh you are a good sucker.I was switching between her boobs, meanwhile, she held my dick and started giving me a hand-job. Then she started going down, reached my dick, and put my dick between her boobs. Then she. My hand felt rough and calloused compared to its suppleness. Millimeter by gradual millimeter I stroked my hand upwardsHer hand was on my face holding me when my fingers first brushed against her breast. I nervously touched the under edge, testing for her reaction. Her breath was caught and held tight. When my hand finally closed over the small half apple sized mound her breath released in a sighing purr. I don’t know what it is about breasts that creates that primal urge to touch them. It felt. I turned to Kel and said ‘hey, it’s early, why don’t we go over to that Gaslight bar and have a drink maybe a dance before we call it a night. It’s right down the hill from the house.’ Kel, said ‘sure, for all time we’ve lived here we’ve never gone there, lets do it’. Kel reminded me that her friend Joy said it was a meat market for middle aged singles but then added 'I’ve always wanted to see what it was like.'When we got there, there was a short wait to get in but we waited and watching.