I managed to mutter, "How did you--?"The door popped open. I heard Lisa's sweet voice before I saw her. "Hey honey, are you up yet? I got us some brea...f--"She stopped dead in her tracks. Lisa's hair was loose and flowing down her back. She had a pained expression on her face. She wore simple morning clothes, a baggy T-shirt and sweatshorts. She held in her hands a drink-caddy with two Starbucks Grande's and a bagel bag. "What's going on here?" Her voice was quiet, wavering."Oh, Lisa, you're. “I was devastated after I lost Garret. For the first couple of years I spent most of my time at the high country ranch, letting the ranch hands bring the herds down to the valley for the winter. In the isolation of the snowed in ranch I had a lot of time to think and to contemplate the long remainder of my life. I swore to myself that I would never get close to another human again. The beginning of WWII brought me out of the funk that I was in. Men were going off to war; women were working in. So, along with some friends, I headed out to the once-a-month dyke dance that the boys decide to give us. This was a crowd that I went out with often, we visited bars about once a week, usually just to chill, have a few drinks, watch the women, and talk about what was going on in our lives. I'm one of those people that have never really tried to pick anyone up in a bar or club, but tonight I was inspired! I was feeling liberated, and that feeling always made me horny as all hell and I needed. ’ ‘Look around you. Look at them and see whether they will notice.’ Dan glanced around. At the next table he could see the man’s hand under his date’s dress. Her eyes were closed and she rocked back and forth erotically, emitting occasional gasps. Looking closer he could see that her hand was locked around his cock and was milking him blatantly. Stephanie was dancing with the man. They seemed to be enjoying it. He certainly looked like he was enjoying himself with his hand on his wife’s tush..