She was a slim lady who looked to be in her early forties, wearing jeans, a western shirt and white sneakers. The tiny white apron tied about her wais... looked out of place. "Good morning, sir. How are you today?"Errol smiled because she seemed to really mean it. "I'm well, thanks. Is something special going on, or are you always this busy?" You're new here, I see. Yeah, it's two weeks of county fair and rodeo, so it'll be like this for a few more days. What can I get for ya today?" How about a. She could have been a whore and made a ton of money, just by sucking men off.I moved back and forth, holding her hair and fucking her warm, silky mouth. "You tramp, you fucking whore!" I moaned as my pace quickened and she sucked me hard and as deep as she fucking could. "You rotten whore! You no good whore!" I moaned louder as I rammed my stiff cock down her throat as deep as I could. It was the only time, other than sleeping, the bitch ever shut up.I moved faster, feeling I was getting close,. Und er hatte die Geschichte brav über sich ergehen lassen. "Nochmal 'n Bier und so'n Kirsch-Dingsbums" lallte Gesine über den Tresen. Ihre langen, ungekämmten hellbraunen Haare fielen Ihr ins Gesicht. Der Barkeeper rollte innerlich mit den Augen, machte aber die Getränke fertig. Sie schaute zu, wie zwei weitere Striche auf ihrem Zettel dazukamen und überschlug kurz. So um die 30 Euro müsste sie jetzt versoffen haben. Gesine griff in ihren Rucksack, um zu schauen, wieviel Geld sie dabei hatte.. You like it too, don't ya?" I don't know what I feel Bev. I feel strange at the moment. Lets just leave it at that." Fair enough," she said. "Lets go eat."It was 3:30 in the afternoon and we were sitting at our third bar of the day. I knew Bev was checking out every woman who passed by us."You know what would be perfect?" she mused. She didn't wait for an answer. "If we could find some woman for the afternoon, have a good time, take a nap, and then go out later tonight and do it all over.