There, sitting at the bar, was Tiffany. There was no doubt about it. He’d looked at her pictures enough times, and her face was instantly recognizab...e. She was sitting at the bar dressed like a hooker.The men he was with noticed her first.“Hey,” said one, “would you get a load of what’s sitting at the bar?”“Holy shit – look at the hooters on that!”Jim had turned and there she was.“Guys, I know that woman. You don’t want to go there. Her husband could take any one of you apart,” Jim said.“Yeah,. I never wear a supporter as I am commando in the gym but my shorts are baggy & I wear oversized shirts because I am not there to watch "me" in the mirror. Now my arousal was up like something else & I tried to block it out but I was losing control. I tried a few extra sets of much heavier weight to deflate my growing pride. I was in a state of no return & tried pushing it down & containing the seething monster between my legs. I was able to prevent lift off & possible exposure but it was. She saw my look of concern as I bottomed out inside her and she said, “I guess you didn't get it all with your finger. Rub my button so it don't hurt so much.” She pushed me over a bit so I was leaning on one arm, freeing up the other one to give her pleasure. My thumb found her clit and I began to rub her up and down until she started moaning quietly. “Okay, cuz, that's good, now start pushing it into my cookie, but keep rubbing my button too.” It was difficult but not too much so; we soon. Surveying the chaos, I figured that the new neighbors had at least one kid ?most probably a girl by the looks of things. Most boys would have beendisappointed to see all the dolls and pandas and bunny-ruggles, but I was theonly kid living up on Fairmont Heights at the time. Most of my friends lived outin Greendale, way over on the other side of town. Any change would have been animprovement as far as I was concerned. Glancing back towards my house, I satdown on the fence, settling in for the.