The more I repeated this theemptier my mind became. I was oblivious to my surroundings at one pointand I was lost in the phrase. Having finished my ba...h, still repeating the phrase, Zack was there todry me off. He told me how pretty I was. (I blushed) He kept telling mehow happy I would be now. Sean came in and asked me how I felt? Ishuddered. I was so mindless at this point all I could say was that "Ifelt like a cock sucking sissy girl". He smiled and told me I was verypretty and such a good. I crossed a line. As drunk as I was I immediately regretted saying those stupid words. I was about to apologise when he chuckled. The next moments happened so quickly yet so slowly. I watched his thumbs slip into his shorts as his hands grabbed them. He flexed and my eyes feasted on the sight of his muscles and veins in his arms. Slowly, ever so slowly he dragged his grey cotton shorts down. A lightly trimmed bush. A fruitful full sack right between his large, chiselled thighs. I felt a surge. “If that's all right with you. I'm staying the night with the handsome barman from years ago.”“And I'm shagging the sexy customer who used to sit at the bar with her body all wrapped up and private,” I teased back.Sheila undressed slowly and provocatively for me. Her body was soft and pale, the freckles on her arms and face stopping abruptly at the border of her torso.“Why are you looking at me?” she asked shyly.“Cos you're beautiful,” I replied.“Oh don't be silly,” she said dismissively. “Stop. I really enjoy spending time with George. I live alone so it’s nice to spend time with somebody for a little while, instead of being alone at my own house.On my last trip something kind of different happened. We ordered the pizza and we were playing gin rummy, because that it the card game we like to play. A few hours had passed and George started to cry. He just sobbed and I didn't know what to do. I gave him a big hug and told him everything would be okay. We were embraced for a little while..