”Gert looked into Todd’s eyes. Her exertions were causing her to sober up. She glanced quickly around the empty bar. She felt the head of Todd’s...cock slowly push back in her and stop.“What you want, Sumbitch? I’m fucking you in this funky ass bar and you want me to do what? Say I’m your slut?”Todd sank into Gert’s pussy until he felt his balls slap against her ass. He stopped pressing forward to maintain the pressure in her but not thrusting.“That’s what you want. All I’m saying is you need to. With her small hand that barely encircled me she began stroking and milking my hot, pulsing cock. "Phil, tell me what to do . . . what would you like me to do?" she asked, making me smile. My cock jerked and pulsed in response. "Come sit in my lap."Straddling my lap, she slipped me inside of her wondrously tight, young pussy and began to grind. It was everything I hoped it would be; like the greedy slut I needed her to be, she put her arms around my neck, pressed her naked breasts against my. As we waited for the cab to arrive, I enjoyed the leering looks I was getting from most of the guys who walked by, but since Mark was holding my hand, none of the guys did anything other than look. I also did my best to ignore the nasty looks I got from most of the women. When the cab finally showed up, I got into the front seat and Mark climbed in the back. The driver was an older East Indian gentleman with snow-white hair, and when he saw that my tits were clearly visible in the sheer top,. "What does that mean?" Beats the shit out of me," I responded, "but he said that it's common andwill go away in a year or so." Then I looked over at Mom and she had thisreally pissed look on her face. "What? What did I do?" I asked."It's not what you did, it's that word you used. You know I won't have youusing language like that. No TV for you tonight," she said. Man, was Iglad that I'd said "shit" instead of something else, like "fuck."Mom also had me go to the barber shop for my.