” I lean off the counter, take a step towards her. “Go ahead.” She lunges for the button. I grab her wrist. She squirms, tries to hit me with th... other hand. I grab that too. She’s fighting me, not fighting for the button. She tries to bite me, but she doesn’t mean it. She could knee my balls if she meant it. I fend her teeth off with her own wrist, pushing her back against the counter. She leans back, hissing. “Get off me, you fucking old pervert.” But I’ve got my hips against hers now,. . Something else happened. Specifically, someone lifted my cock to a vertical position, rubbed it along someone's pussy lips (I'm not discounting the idea that there was more than woman involved, since I know that several thumped down the stairs), seated it at her opening -- and whoever owned the pussy proceeded to impale herself on it with a soft grunt, followed by a soft, "Holy shit!" I agreed, more or less; it was pretty good from my end. I couldn't SEE anything but ass cheeks and pussy, so. ” She took another drag and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. “Sean... That's a lovely name for a man. Or a woman, for that matter.” She shouldered her leather bag, knocked the ash off her stick and crossed her arms below her massive, shiny breasts. “I'm Sybil.”“Nice to meet you, Sybil.”“Likewise, sugar” she responded with a knowing smile.“There's an alley just down this way, right?”“Yeah. It's not far.”“Thanks, that's where I'm headed.” Sean tore his eyes from the dark beauty reluctantly and. My team lost, and I had to pay a forfeit to Caroline.For a laugh, it was suggested I hand over my knickers, expecting me to object. I didn't say a word, or slink off to the ladies to remove them, I just reached under the table pulled them down my legs and put them neatly on the table. I looked Caroline in the eye and gave a saucy wink.She blushed, stared at my black French silk knickers on the table, her mouth open, gulped in surprise and swept them into her pocket. That was only the start of.