She gasped for air when he touched it and an even louder moan came out of her mouth. She cried out with pleasure and hoped for him to touch her entir... breast. She felt the thrill of doing something deliciously wicked as his palm mashed down on her small mound and began caressing it firmly. She wanted to feel his touch but she didn’t know how to tell him or what to say, so she said nothing.Chuck moved his hand around and over her bra, switching breasts and fondling it with his palm. She was. Divorce, of course. Cindy's father hadn't trusted me back when I first met and married his daughter, so I'd had to sign a pre-nup.The pre-nup stated that in case of spousal infidelity, the offending party would leave the marriage with nothing, in case of divorce. It hadn't been a one-way street, since I wouldn't have signed it if it was.Then all the clichéd questions popped into my head. "How long has she been fucking him?" "WHY was she even fucking him?" "Was I not good enough for her?" "Why. "Nothing fancy here. No wine, sake, or anything like that. We serve whiskey, vodka, beer. Alcohol. Stuff to get drunk off of."I stood up, and smiled. "It doesn't really sound like my sort of place, I'm sorry." Shame." Grunted the bartender. "There's a place a few blocks from here that serves-" It got shut down." I said. "Raccoon bit the health inspector." Ah." He didn't say anymore, just turned and began to wipe a glass. I turned around, but before I could take a step towards the door, a small,. “I’m sure I have some wine.”Alyssa reached out and caressed my wrist. “I’m teasing, Warren,” she said. “All the boys my age want to get me drunk. You’re a gentleman.”I could feel myself flushing; her fingers barely left a trace on my skin but thrilled me right to my cock. I sat quickly and poured for myself.“Here’s to being a gentleman,” I said, raising a glass as she sat in the chair. She brushed her hand over my wrist and smiled at me. “Although I do get better looking if you’ve had a.