I then decided it was time for the Butt Plug we brought. It wasn’t massive, but certainly big enough to open up her ass more. I got it out of the ba..., lubed it up again and teased her ass-hole with it. She was begging me to pop it in, literally pleading with me for it. So with a gentle push her ass-hole took it from my grip and held it in there. She really loved the sensation, but now I was useless for a while. So I crawled up beside her and kissed her. I kissed and caressed her telling her. She was coming over. She sat down in the seat next to him and smiled. He smiled back. It was the polite thing to do. He was in the corner seat against the wall and he felt a bit trapped. “Hi” she said “Hi” Jo replied “If I ask you a question, will you give me a straight answer”, she went on. Joe shifted nervously. What was she going to ask? “Of course”, he replied. What else could he have said? Any other answer would have sounded churlish. It’s amazing what most men will do just. Perfect doesn't exist you know!" How could he not exist? You just don't randomly give your one virtue away so easily, do you? He has to exist, right?I guess that part is yet to be written audience. You'll have to wait and see...Quentin was your ideal playboy; young, rich, incredibly handsome, and very successful. He lived in a way many would see as opulent or gluttonous; houses, boats, cars...women. He was the envy of most who wanted to model themselves after this sexually caviler man. His. "I was stunned. For the umpteenth time today. I lost count already.Ron looked over and noticed my jaw opened. "I'm sorry for surprising you.It's me from last night. You asked for a second chance with all of yourexperiences, and I gave it to you. In a very awesome tasting beverage Imight add."Wait. What's going on here. Was Ron the bartender, or the bartender wasRon, or did Ron hire someone to fuck with me. Or was Ron some sort oftime traveler who just screwed up the multiverse. "Ron?" I asked.