She talks to him, but can’t help but keeping on looking down at his big beast, fighting off a smile every time he moves or makes a sound.Dennis lean... in, very friendly, “Alright my dear ... Why don’t you tell us where these naughty thoughts of yours come from...?”“I could do that, yeah...” She smiles, taking a moment to compose herself for the cameras, “Erm ... I’m no spring chicken ... I’m not getting any younger, but as the other girls here keep telling me, you’re not until until you feel. I sat up.“Roll over.” I said to her.“What?” She asked.“Roll over.” I repeated.“You wanna look at my butt.” She protested.“I can see your butt just fine like this.” I pointed out. “No, what I want to do is give you a massage to relax you first.” I said.“R ... really?” She asked.“Can’t get you off if you’re so wound up you can reach an orgasm.” I said.“Oh.” She said as she rolled over.She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the ground as I got up and rummaged through the drawers to find lotion.. "Trust me, in a month's timemax she'll decide she wants to get back together again." No, she won't," I replied hopelessly. Even with the analgesic effectsof the whiskey, I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. "She was right tobreak up with me. I'm a loser, and I'll never amount to much. It'slike Drew always says, I don't focus very well. That's always gettingin my way. It's why I always stumble through everything I try. That'sthe real reason Jeannie left me. She doesn't think a screw-up. The hostess rolled her eyes and gave me a wink before sauntering away.Since my last sexual fiasco a few days prior, my libido had been all but shattered, I was just too depressed. But seeing the older gentleman sitting there again with his rugged good looks jumpstarted my sex drive once more. It seemed as if he had come from work, dressed in a clean, slim fit, button up, dark slacks and smart dress shoes. My eyes roamed down the sleeves of his shirt, imagining those strong biceps lifting my.