There was no banana in the world that had a chance if she ever became a sex ed teacher."There!" she announced, proudly. She held it again while Franki... sank slowly back down and impaled herself again.Frankie made a sound in her throat. But then she looked at Phee. "I think I'll be okay now." Okay, then," said Phee. "I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone."Phee left, closing the bathroom door quietly. Frankie leaned forward and rocked her hips."Much better," she said softly. She reached down. As she did, she placed her hand on his thigh and smiled. She did not remove it and he did not seem to object. I then noticed her fingers moving back and forth and creeping closer to the inside of Rich's thigh. As she did, it was clear by looking at the bulge in his pants that Rich was enjoying this. Jennifer stood up from her barstool and moved between Rich's knees and closer to him as he sat in his bar stool. As she did, I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my conservative wife reach out. "That's a forth of a mile away. I don't think I can last that long without ripping all your clothes off," Austin laughed. We finally got to the bathroom. We walked in, Austin turned on the light and locked the door. We both stipped off our clothes and kissed. "How's this going to work?" I asked Austin."Maybe if you sit on the back of the toilet?" He suggested. I didn't reply to him, I just sat on the back of the toilet and Austin came over to me. "Yeah, this will work," he said. I put my legs. The bar was just a few short walks from the town's courthouse. Jean Leon was the owner of the establishment. He arrived in Abbeville just a few short months ago setting up his bar to make money, and found Abbeville very rewarding. He hired a few ladies that lived nearby, most were single. Work was hard for woman to find in Abbeville and Jean kept his bar full and the township would gather, and talk about the prevailing war in Georgia.Elizabeth Stuart worked for Jean in his bar. She was an.