She wasn’t listening. She was drinking him in. Her mind was a riot of a thousand multicoloured thoughts jostling for attention. He finished his stor... and she smiled and laughed with her mouth open, though she had not listened to anything he had said. A silence descended between them. Her mind had already raced ahead to how the evening would end. She had told herself to take it easy this time, but when she drank in his smile, she wanted to have him right there in the bar. In the silence, they. She walked with a very manish stride as if she had a pair of balls in her pants. Perhaps its was that androgenous aspect that attracted me. . Up to that point I had had only secret crushes on a couple women throughout my life, but was far to inhibited to act upon them. I kept them bottled up and eventually they went away. But now I was desperately horny and just wanted my pussy sucked. Among the few happy memories I have retained of my husband the one primary one was that he could eat me out. I. This was of course also the floor of the ground above and there would be a constant parade of feet tramping over it; the procession of the ignorant. This glass strip and the stairwell were the only infiltrations of light because the one and only light fitting had corroded years before.I liked this downstairs haven because it was usually busy with 'trade' at all times during the day and you could hear the footsteps of those entering in good time before they entered. This was essential warning.. "You have me," I said."Do I?" she asked."Yes," I said.She fixed her tear-filled eyes on mine and held my gaze. Finally, she nodded and said, "Yes, I have you, Eric, my knight in slightly tarnished armor."The phone was ringing when we walked into the trailer. I wasn't surprised to hear Dad's voice when I picked up the receiver. He didn't waste time with niceties."Here's the deal, Son," he said. "Either you and ... what is the girl's name?" Alana Perez," I said."Right, either you and Ms. Perez.