She was perhaps a year younger than Hans, and several inches shorter. She had a slender, shapely body, a pretty face, and the dark eyes and straight b...ack hair of people who live in countries bordering the Mediterranean. In his best school boy French, Hans said simply, ‘I have been shot. My brother is dead. May I come in?’ ‘Of course,’ the girl said. ‘Come in and close the door. I will do what I can for your wound.’ Hans walked in, and sat in a chair. The girl found a bowl to wash Han’s. Anthony also noticed and smiled too. After a couple of rounds, we decided to sit at a booth in the dark corner of the bar and grab some more beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pool. I let her know, I boned up a little when she rubbed her ass on me. She liked that and started rubbing on my leg. She made her way up to my crotch and squeezed my dick through my jeans. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked "Do I need to leave and let you guys work this out"? She said. "Hurry up," the driver said. "Get in. There's nothing to worry about. No one's gonna hurt you. I promise. Come on!"Then, suddenly, on impulse, and even against my better judgement, I reached out, opened the door further, and climbed and shut the door behind me as I did. At the same moment (all this took place faster than it's taking to write it out here), as I settled back in the plushly upolstered seat, and as the limo sped off out into the traffic flow, I suddenly realized that I was staring. ” “I can’t help myself Sherry, you’re just so damn hot.” I said, as I looked down on her body. “So are you, but I HAVE to get ready to go.” Sherry pushed past me as she got off the bed and put the last of her clothes into her bag. I did look good for my age. Most men at my age have let themselves go. I lift, swim, bike and run; and though I don’t have a hard body; I do have an athletic one. Sherry came over to the bed and kissed me on the lips and caressed my face with one hand and my hard.