As I was alone, I thought why not quickly get a shot. There were bar counters placed at different places in the resort. So basically you never run out...of alcohol. I decided to go to one of the secluded ones.There was this old guy in his 40’s as the bartender. As soon as I reached him, his eyes met me and the very next second it moved down my face, sliding down my neck and slipping down to the soft breasts. I could see him stuck on my cleavage when I said, “Excuse me can I have a tequila shot.”I. A late hot summer evening she was waiting for Ben to come round, she had bucket of ice and wicked idea of how to keep cool. The phone rang and Ben apologised saying he wasn't gonna make it he had a dissertation to finish and the weather had made it so hard to concentrate he was running behind. Although upset that Ben was unable to make it a wicked smile swept across her lips. Suzy went into detail about what she was wearing to avoid getting to warm, the way the thin lace was cool against her. I told her that I could not control it, that it had a mind of its own and with he soft hands squeezing and tugging it did not take long before it was rock hard.We continued kissing and cuddling as she played with my now hard cock. She began slowly stroking it and then she stopped, looked around and not seeing anyone she pulled my trousers down around my knees to give her better access. I, of course, did not discourage this activity. I did not care that she was exposing me in a public place. I. Left on Cass ... right on Linden ... stop at M21 ... straight across with the break in traffic ... past the Shell ... stop in the alley behind the drugstore and assist mother out of the car ... she was very weak ... from alternatively being in fear for her life to rollicking laughter. "God, Mom ... straighten up."We went through the back door and bumped the kids away from the comic book section. The pharmacist took the prescript, turned around, grabbed a vial and handed it to me ... Not mom ....