The blonde’s name was Lucy. She worked part time in the nameless pub he visited sometimes. He supposed the pub actually had a name but he’d never ...othered to learn it. The prancing pony was enough to identify it to him. He wasn’t stupid enough to select his next partner, he thought of them as partners because they were his partners, willing or not, in the dance he’d planned for them, in a pub he frequented. His pub was the one next to the brickyard.He’d spotted the blonde one day as she. I had no sooner taken my seat when I noticed you. Damn, you were some fine eye candy, several years younger than me, but not enough to send me to jail! Besides, it wasn’t i*****l to look. You apparently didn’t mind older women as your eyes fastened on mine. My cheeks burned a bright red, my blush being one of the banes of my existence and I dropped my attention back to the food and the paperwork in front of me. I could still feel your eyes on me and I glanced up just as you got off your bar. I sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed. I could feel the pleasant soreness from the pounding my pussy took last night. I stood up and immediately felt cum running down the inside of my leg. I couldn't help but to admire the remanence of last night's fun all over our bed sheets. I used the bed sheet to wipe off the sperm that was oozing out of me. I grabbed my dildo and walked toward the door.As I walked into the hallway on my way to the bathroom I disappointingly noticed that Ron's room was. I'll never forget how she had perfectly manicured fingernails, they had white polish- I remember as clear as day. I think this is where my handjob fetish originated. I always try to have my current girlfriend get white polish on her fingernails when she gets a manicure.She sucked the other guy's cock viciously, she stopped only to say how she now loves black cock, and her boyfriend doesn't even compare. O yea, it turns out she did have a boyfriend, and they broke up shortly after and she only.