Then she took a sudden break, and looked up and asked, “is it going to be a big load?” I said, “hell yeah...we haven’t fooled around in maybe ... couple weeks, and you’ve gotten me spun way up!” Kristal asked, “then could I please have a big facial?” I almost came right there! “Why yes, yes you can, my dear”, I responded with glee. Wow, I don’t think my wife ever asked for a facial before. As she’s gotten older, her enthusiasm for them had waned, she takes them periodically to make me happy...but. I figured the new holsters and belt might cause me some unwanted attention at the Toro if some drunken cowboy wanted to duel, so I bought a small .32 caliber Smith & Wesson top-break revolver that came complete with a shoulder holster. I put the shoulder rig on under my vest and strapped on my new gunbelt. I picked up a box of ammo for each pistol and gave the gunsmith his thirty-five dollars. It might have been a serious case of overkill, but I felt ready for anything.That night at the Toro. The two clothed girls giggled. The bare assed naked one looked nervous. She looked at me, "I lost a dare bet and have to fuck the next guy that came in. That's you." My name is Ron, I am white and I am just a little past my forty first birthday. I'm still in pretty good shape. I'm married with twin twenty year old girls. I'm six foot one and weigh 193 pounds. I'm just an average guy. "Mister, I lost the bet. Will you fuck me?" Many thoughts quickly went thru my head. Could I get. Kisses on a neck, nibbles on an ear, acts that I haven’t performed on you in so long, now elicit the response that I expected, a sigh as you tilt your head back and to one side. My lips trace down one shoulder as your blouse peels off. A fumble of a belt and a button and my trousers now join the growing pile of discarded clothing. I feel the warmth from your cupped hand as you reach for my cock, straining against the cotton of my boxers. I slide your knickers down, already damp to my touch..