"Oooooh," he moaned out softly as he remembered her nice big breasts pushing into him. "Ooooh, Marsha," he moaned out softly as he remembered her smil... and her eyes when she looked at him. "Oh, God," he moaned again as he remembered her eyes. That twinkle in them that he couldn’t even describe, but turned him on to no end.'Oh shit! What the fuck am I doing jacking off to an old lady!' he thought to himself and let go of his cock.He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of swimming. “That’s very unusual,” I answered.“Well, my name is actually Pierpont… don’t ask… It was my dad’s stupid idea, but everyone just calls me Pier,” he replied. I showed Pier through to the bathroom, where we settled on a price for the job.“May I pay you via electronic transfer?” I inquired.“Well… actually… no, I prefer cash,” was his apologetic reply.“No problem,” I responded. “There is a cash dispensing machine down the road, where I can draw the money.”“Cool,” he announced.I wasn’t really. To this day, Lena didn't know whether that bitch wanted her or Lisa prior to losing three teeth from the heel of Edna's boot."Go easy on that," Shasta warned her, as Lena's straw hit bottom making that slurping sound. "You look like you've had one too many already." So what? I gotta pee, fix me another." she got up and straighten her dress that just fell past her panties. She looked hot and knew it. She made her way to the ladies room. She only had to lift the hem a few inches, pulled down her. ‘Well, I truly am sorry. I’m going to make up for it.’ ‘I’m sure you will.’ Instead of his lips she found she was staring at his chest peeking out of the top of his shirt. A dusting of light chest hair luring her to shift her gaze down, she imagined ripping the shirt off of him and running her hands over him. She downed the rest of her beer and he followed suit. They ordered another. After two more beers she was drunk, not so much that she couldn’t control herself but drunk enough that she was.