There were not only the regular customers; the villagers of Sherwin’s Falls who came for their nightly drink and usually more, there were also quite...a few overnight residents of the campground and sometimes even the occasional connoisseur who braved the long drive from Montreal, or even further afield, and the inn’s dress code for a glass, or more, of Sean’s specialty beers and ales. The mood in the pub was warm, friendly and noisy. However, no matter how noisy or well lubricated, there was. I could feel more and more of heras I began to feel leg muscles not my own tense, the feel of a tight pairof jeans on those legs. I could feel flare, soft hips, a full ass, thetight tug of the fabric of panties on a very different nether-region. Icould feel the warm, internal void of a woman's sex, the feel of a vaginabetween a pair of thighs previously foreign to me. I could feel thetight, fit belly of her, the soft sweater against her smooth flesh. Icould feel the tight grasp of a bra on a. Her breasts made his dick tingle with pleasure, watching them lightly giggle as he man-handled her, seeing them press together as she grabbed them each in his free hand, and feeling the hard nipples brush against his palms. He loved fondling her tits, and loved even more watching himself sensually pleasuring himself on her in the mirror. Grabbing her wrists with both hands, he eased her off of his cock until his head was almost out of her, and then he slowly pulled himself back into her.. ‘Well you’re both smart and cute, so it’s tough to keep up with.’ I pulled into her driveway. The lights to her house were out and it was clear no one was home. ‘Well here we are. I guess I won’t be so lucky as to see you again until I hit another home run?’ ‘You can see me whenever, but when’s your next game?’ ‘Tomorrow. It’s an away game in Milford,’ I said. ‘Oh. Well if I went could I get another lift home? I still won’t have a car.’ ‘Sure,’ I said as I looked into her eyes. She was so.