Tasting every inch of her breast, I fought the urge to cum. Her hair fell against my face as she leaned forward. Her breath felt hot as it press...d against my chest. Sliding my fingers around her ass, I placed my index finger between her cheeks and on her asshole. She quickly raised her head and stared directly in my eyes. I grabbed her tightly and kissed her as I slid my finger inside her ass. She screamed out as her body stiffened up. Raising my hips I thrust my rod deep. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jack went about his work as he usually did; attentive and careful.The guy that had this job before him hadn't and it took a full two months to finallyclear the horrible acrid stench of crispy fried plant manager out of the place."Near-Unity" power station, they called it but his degree in electrcal engineeringtold him otherwise. The kilowatt hours produced from a single barrel of dieselwere ridiculously out of. I had ball in hand, with the one on the rail and the nine ball near the pocket on the same rail. I was able to run the one ball down the rail to the nine and pocket the nine. It was seven one.This guy never learns, as he did his power break and launched the cue ball again. He had sunk four balls, so I ran the table, and did a break and run for the last game. The guy handed me his fifty, saying that the guys from his pool hall must have been right about how good I was. I didn't feel like that. Laughing at their dilemma, Tim and Abbie find seats at the bar. The place is not that crowded, but hey, it is Sunday afternoon after all. But there are several regulars around the bar and at some of the tables. The jukebox is playing some lazy afternoon tunes, and a few people are dancing to it on the corner dance floor.They are happy to see that Phoebe is working this afternoon. She takes their drink orders, which are soon in front of them. Phoebe asks about the storm, and they relay.