We just like to -- what's that old song, '...put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.'" He walked behind the bar and pulled a bottle of Sam A...ams beer out of a cooler. He opened it and drank a couple of swallows. "Ah, that's good stuff!" Where's the damned bar?"Everyone looked toward the doorway. Harry Salvatori -- they had all recognized his voice -- stood there in a pink pinafore. With his curly strawberry blonde wig, complete with hair ribbon, and those old style kid's shoes --. The slippery wetness of my body didn’t dislocate the possessive grip of your hands on my hips. I'd waited for this moment, and a deep pleasurable sigh escapes you while you part me effortlessly and begin to ride my ass holding my hips steady for the next push, again and again with each thrust impaling yourself deeply in my tender treasure penetrating me­­­ until my walls yield Your hands slide up my back and along my shoulders roaming an anointed a path everywhere at. What do you think?” he asked.“It totally depends on the person I think,” I replied. “Me, I enjoyed a very quiet evening alone last night in my jacuzzi tub. Sometimes getting away from the daily grind of family and work is just what you need.”“You had a jacuzzi?” Chris asked. “I didn't, how did you get that?”I laughed. “Prepared ahead, and paid extra over what the company is willing to. Have it again tonight since the drive home is so long, that way I get a fresh start in the morning.” I glanced. Steph rubbed it hard in unison with Paul’s finger fucking, her free arm wrapped around him for support. Her muscles clenched hard around Paul’s fingers for long seconds as she climaxed. She lost herself in the sublime orgasm as it washed over her. Her muscles continued to flex around his fingers as she came. Paul could feel her juices flowing down his fingers over his hand. That kind of mess he did not mind one bit. He held her tightly against the wall while the orgasm ran its course. Her.