John slowly placed his right hand on her knee slightly rubbing it. Stephanie rubbed his Rolex as his hand moved closer around her breast."Do you have ... boyfriend," John inquired. "Sort of but don't tell mom," she whispered."Stephanie, you are a very pretty young lady with a nice figure," as his hand patted her on her breast."Mr. John, I don't think it is proper for you to touch my breast. I've never had a man do that. It feels good, especially with that gold watch on your wrist. My mother would. He seemed more interested in following the younger guys around. So I kept cruising. A few minutes later I seemed to catch someone’s head nodding toward an open door in the corner. I walked that way and he slipped inside so I followed. This guy was really cute, probably late 40s with short, thick curly gray hair. He was well built and a few inches shorter than my 6-1. We closed the door and immediately started a hot make-out. While he didn’t have facial hair, he had just enough stubble to be. Kyle rolled his eyes helping me up to his bed. "If you must know I'm doing what I always do," he said quietly, "It's how I go to sleep..." Surprisingly he seemed pretty shy about jerking off. I smiled seeing the small tent under his covers. "Need any help?" I asked pointing at his boner. Kyle blushed looking away. I don't know why I did it but for some reason I reached out grabbing his dick. It caught him by surprise. "Sorry," I said taking my hand away, "I can stop if you-" No," he said. She pointed at a slightly overweight fellow with thick glasses, clown-like curly orange hair and a cartoonish orange mustache and beard who was standing by himself at the end of the bar. "I think he likes you Kristin," she said teasingly. "He's been checking you out all night. Maybe he can be your boyfriend."I rolled my crystal blue eyes and brushed a strand of my long black brown hair from my shapely face. "Don't be a bitch Dakota," I replied. "He might be a really nice guy for all you know.".