“Can we get a drink.”“Of course.” I replied directing her movement toward the bar.“What'll it be.” The bartender asked.“JD and water for...me and a gin and tonic for the lady.” I said knowing Marsha's favorite before meal cocktail.“Can I have two limes please.” Marsha asked.The barkeep smiled and said. “Anything for such a lovely lady.” His eyes roaming over Marsha's exposed cleavage while he mixed our drinks.I lay a twenty on the bar as he worked. “It's an open bar until dinner.” He. My cock began exploding deep inside her pussy. “Oooooooh fuck Grandma, yessss I’m cummmming”Feel each large squirt with every thrust. My grandma collapsed on top of me. We both breathing heavily, sweat dripping down our bodies. We just lay there in each other’s arms.My cock softened and fell out of her pussy releasing any juices and cum trapped inside. I could feel it dripping all over me.My grandma slowly rolled off and lay next to me. “My god that was amazing Michael”I looked over at my. I deserve it.”She didn’t. Instead, she put her arm around his shoulders; a gesture of sympathy rather than rebuke. “I’m not going to yell at you, because I did pretty much the same thing when she told me. It wasn’t our first fight — I’m way too hotheaded to avoid regular arguments — but it was definitely the first time I thought I’d screwed up so badly that we might be done as a couple.”“I know the feeling.”“Did she apologize to you before you had a chance to beg for forgiveness?”“Yes. How did. " One what?" Favor." Okay, just checking." Sheila would never pass up a chance to flirt.I went to sleep early tonight. I had danced last evening and then driven more than an hour to meet Sarah. Didn't get much sleep after I reached her, either. Morning found a job posted on my answering service. The details were given, so I went right from home to the site. Peter was behind me although I wouldn't have seen him if I wasn't looking.McDonalds for lunch and there was Peter. I invited him to sit.