The bartender slid me my drink, and I turned to pick it up. As I did, I noticed a dude near the end of the bar. He looked like a total manly man, wi...h a tank top that said in big letters “Sorry girls, I’m gay.” I suddenly realized he was checking me out.I wasn’t sure what to do next. I sipped my drink and looked in the other direction. The guy on his phone had finished swiping; I had to wonder if he’d found the hookup he’d been looking for. A few feet away, two guys were busy flirting,. She would rarely kiss me after I had been down there and if she did it was a quick peck with lips tightly pressed together. It was okay for me to drink her pussy juice (which I love to do), but she wanted no part of it, nor of anything that came from me either. Well, that wasn't happening tonight!I placed my ring finger next to my middle one and worked them around until both were soaked, then slipped them both in to massage her G-spot. Her breath sucked in and her back arched slightly as I. I couldn’t help staring at her boobs again and she saw me and just walked away with an excuse. We had dinner, I was so desperate to fuck her but as a principle I never rush or force a lady and I left thanking her for the dinner.I didn’t see or hear from her after that for a week. I thought I must have scared her and she must be avoiding me. Then out of the blue, yesterday afternoon she rang my doorbell and I was so happy to see her again. She asked me if she can come in and I welcomed her. I was sure that he did not know that I was there because he made no effort to shoot me, and that was his obvious reaction to perceived danger.Ah, I caught a break. He was standing in front of the glass windows in the main entrance to the store, and I could see the reflection of the lights across the street on that glass. His body was obvious as I looked at the right angle. Now I could choose to shoot him or stab him. I decided that I was not going to get style points from my knife work, so I.