I shrugged, like I was used to it.Inside the purse I found a wallet, a tiny heart shaped mirror, my roomkey, a lipstick and a condom. I paid for the d...ink quickly, hoping thebarman had not seen the contraceptive.The icy lager felt like bliss pouring down my throat. I closed my eyesfor a moment. Then I looked into the wallet. The driving licence had apicture of the female me with my hair tied back and it said my name wasBethany Rosalyn Hughes. My mum had been called Rosalyn.Somehow my bottle was. I was right. I worked my tongue all around and directly onto his tight bud for a few minutes as he kept his cheeks spread and groaned into the pillows. Time to see how far his ex had taken the ass play. I stiffened up my tongue to a point and hit his pucker dead center. He was already kind of relaxed so when my tongue slipped in we were both surprised. But I still had other things in mind so I started really working the inside of his hole with my tongue. When he started pushing back on my face. She was early 30s, had a couple of kids and wasn't looking for anything serious, so I thought I'd try my luck. To my surprise I got a reply, to start with it was just the usual, "how's your day going?" "Not to bad thanks yourself?" Etc, but that quickly changed. After a few messeges the topic of what we were looking for came up, I told her I was just after a laugh and abit of fun, to which she replied "don't you think I'm abit old for you?" "Not at all, I've always fancied going with an older. ”“That’s good,” I said, “You’ll be a bigger star from day one than I ever will.”“How do you work that one out?” he asked.“Dave, while I’m charging around pretending to save the universe from bad people, you’ll be out there protecting us all from real bad people,” I replied, “so please, don’t sell yourself short.”“A lot of people don’t like the idea of me going into the army,” he said, “they talk about warmongers and killing people like that’s all people join for.”“Ignore them,” I replied,.