"I swear there was actual drool running down their chins." She laughs as she takes a sip of Sam's water."Well, I can't blame them," I wink. "You three...would turn heads wherever you went." Which head?" Jenna asks with a more lascivious smile. My cock twinges at the mention of an alternative head but Sam answers before I can think a worthy comeback."Jenna!" Sam yells, her face turning a bright shade of red. "Don't say things like that in front of my grandpa." He doesn't mind, do you Granddad?". A ‘bar fly’. I was not interested in her advances, and I was not interested in rejecting her persistent advances, so since it was getting late anyway, I decided to escape when I had a chance. I told Paul I was heading out to the truck and I left the bar and went out and sat and waited in the parking lot. I saw the woman I was trying to avoid come out of the door and look around, but I was safely out of sight. Eventually, I saw Paul emerge from the door of the bar and I wasn’t too surprised to. " I saw a table with several other sacks on them, and hefted the sack up onto it. There was a pile of really big clothes pins in a basket, and I saw the other sacks were held shut with them, so I grabbed a couple and closed my sack.We wound up filling the hopper two more times in fact, and filling and seaming sack after sack. I got to do the last couple sacks at the end of each hopper full, and I was getting better with the seamer. My seams were straighter, though nowhere close to Brian's. I did. I should never have let you get me into the machine.”She ran her hand down his slightly quivering stomach and said, “The machine did what it was supposed to do. It removed all of the fake tan... from both of us.”She paused and then said slowly, “I was trying to tell you before you pulled me into the booth, but you wouldn’t listen. My name is Lucy and this is my natural skin color.”Stan’s eyes were wide open. “You’re supposed to be red and the pale skin was fake?!!”“Yes,” she said with a.