The gal is a pistol, but this goon needed a bazooka. My companions looked at me again and decided that I was elected. Okay, I could be chivalrous when...called upon. I put down my drink, gathered up my courage and added a bit of swagger to my step. I moved alongside the jerk and the pretty bartender and inserted myself between them. ‘Hey buddy,’ I said to him. ‘I think the lady would like it if you moved along. How about calling it a night?’ The guy turned to me and if I’d lit a match, he would. “Then you better come in to flash you magic credit card,” I suggested.“Hey there Maurice would you fill this thing with your oldest coffee,” I said. Then I added. “This chic would like a bottle of designer water.”Maurice gave her a long look then said, “The water is two bucks, and the coffee was just going to get tossed, so it’s a dollar.”“Pay the man Jenny and leave him a big tip,” I said. “For future reference, I’m a big tipper.”“Duly noted,” she said sarcastically. It was nice to see that. After a long time, this was happening to her.She was enjoying and moaning a lot. We were licking each and every part of each other bodies and the aroma and taste made it even better. I then asked Vibha to place her one leg on the dining table keeping one leg on the floor and bend forward on the dining table.I came from behind and placed my tool on her pussy and gave a push. The penis entered her pussy in one shot as it was already wet and slippery. I started stroking from the back and we. "Which number did you mark down for being aggressive? I hope it was the middle score? Isn't that a little extreme?" She's in sales. They tend to be that way," I said, trying to justify the deduction without giving a detailed list of all the little things that contributed to my calculation."How do you mean aggressive? Was she too aggressive in bed?" Jen looked like she was going to cry again."You're right. That is too extreme. By aggressive I was referring to how she played footsy with me while.