"Fuck me this day just keeps getting better." I look around and see the neon sign of an old bar that I had stopped at a time or two in the distance. I...grab my backpack that I always carried and started walking.About 15 mins later I entered that bar hot, sweaty, covered in road dust and still pissed off at the world. I walk to the bar and before the bar keep can I ask I order a double whiskey. In no time the drink was before me and even faster I downed it and asked for another one. After. It might have been the change in the position of my hips but the guy in my arse lifted the tempo, he was getting close. Louder moans, closer. Then one deep thrust and he paused, then I felt him shudder as his cock exploded. He had a pretty good grip on my hips as I felt his cock stitch and spasm inside me.The guy I was kissing while this orgasm was happening, in my arse, broke off the kiss and told his boyfriend that it was his turn on my arse.Cock was removed from my arse, and I expected to be. She said she was divorced, or at least that’s what the Confederacy and her lawyers said. Her husband had been picked up two nights ago and had taken her children with him. She was all alone now.I could see she was having trouble talking about it so I changed the subject. I did not want her crying and driving. Personally I considered that as bad as drinking and driving. I changed the subject to me. “I was born in Ohio, near Cleveland. I am finished working on a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer. His eyes were struck on my boobs which were turned red by the pressing and pulling of baba. His dick was also poking from his dhoti. He then made me lie straight and opened my legs and started cleaning me with the wet towel.It was soaked in the warm water and it felt like something relaxing. He was doing it gently around my pussy and on my legs. He then signaled me to turn and then himself turned me. Now I was giving him the view of my total nude body from behind. He also cleaned my back legs.