"Hey," came the greeting. The college-age suitor smirked confidently,finishing his beer and placing it on the bar next to her and leaningagainst it. "...hat are you drinking, beautiful?"Please, no. Jesse thought, worriedly. Not this douche. Not with all hisfriends around. She paused a moment, wondering what to do. She noted...nothing. Just stillness from the vibrator. She took a hopeful guess."Sorry. I'm taken."Behind him, the guy's friends jeered at him, and he turned back tothem, grinning.. “No,” she whispered, opening her eyes. “Need one?” “As long as I can feel your body, beautiful, I wonder if I need anything else.” The door to the men’s room opened, shedding light in her eyes and illuminating the shocked expression of the younger redneck patron. Smiling, Jasmine blew him a kiss and ran her hand over Randy’s short hair. “I’m so wet.” Her words were as much for Randy as they were for the man staring at them. He licked his lips. Shook his head as his gaze went to the. At the end of that minute, she was asleep.Oscar stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Georgia was asleep in bed. Not bothering to get dressed, he wandered out of the bedroom heading towards the kitchen. Oscar had never been particularly good in the kitchen, but he did have the theoretical knowledge about how to make coffee, eggs, bacon, and toast. Entering the kitchen, he looked around to see where everything was stored.Opening the coffee maker, he filled the basket with ground coffee. He. She took the massage oil and squirted some into her hands. Rubbing them together to warm the oil, she began to caress and rub the backs of my legs and ass. She worked her hands up my back and squeezed my shoulders and ran her hands down the length of my arms. She was good. The massage was extremely relaxing, especially helped by the gin. She leaned forward and pressed her tits to my back and made circles over my body with hers. Her nipples were obvious as she ran her breasts over my skin. She.