(I write all my songs in bars. All my best stuff was written half drunk in some dive hole.) So I wrote for while, finished a new lyric, not too bad, o...dered another draft, grabbed me a handful of salty peanuts, sneaked a peak at the cleavage sitting next to me and decided that life was pretty good, and how could it get any better, when I caught another girl’s reflection in the bar mirror. She was good-looking, so I turned around, and saw her climbing the stage. ‘Cool. Chick singer.’ I thought.. Lynne peered down below my waist and then turned her gaze to her own body. She was wearing a short skirt and she casually slid her fingers under and started slowly rubbing herself. Where is it? Wheres the place? Lynne muttered. She was obviously anxious to join in the fun. I turned on to my side and gazed down to where Lynnes hand was now fiddling around under her skirt. She lifted her skirt up until I could see Lynnes panties, and unsurprisingly they were starting to get wet. I think its. “But why isn’t it impressed to see me.”He stammered an excuse; “Maybe I’m feeling a little pressure…” He started.“I’ll show you pressure, donkey-dick!” With a ki-yai I grabbed him by the collar and whirled him around once, slamming him back first over a table.“Oomph.” He said.Impatiently I grabbed his schlong, letting it flop a little in my grasp as I hefted his golf-balls. Expertly my hand curled in a series of flutters around his scrotum.I leaned those big lips of mine close to his ear and. That is until the opportunity struck out of the blue. My neighbor Mark was about 15 years younger than me and married with young k**s still at home. We enjoyed watching sports together and were having a few beers watching a college football game one Saturday on his big screen. After a while his wife said that she was going to visit her sister for a couple hours with the k**s and she would bring some takeout home for dinner. His wife leaving the house really didn’t seem out of the ordinary and.