Wendy, my friend Wendy. Then she smiled again, and led her boyfriend out of my sight, while Baz talked to Gary, the owner of the club. While my daught...r and I fucked an arms length away.I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but tonight. ” It took me a few seconds to register what she was saying. That and I was too busy burying my face in her tits to hear that the hottest girl in the world was telling me to fuck her. It wasn’t until the time she asked, “Chuck stop teasing me and fuck me, please fuck me already.”That time I heard and processed what she wanted. While I continued to lick and lightly bite her nipples I reached down with one hand and moved my dick position. I gave one hard thrust upward and I was in. she gave a. I am pretty sure if you started to question him like a suspect in some crime, he will call the company lawyer. So that means, we have given you our statements. If you want to hold either of us have at it. If not, I'm going to The Brit's Pub and have a beer. If you want to come along, I'm buying to celebrate being alive." I said it as I got up and walked out of the room.I smelled like a wet dog, but I went to The Brit's just as I told Morris I planned to do. We had about three beers. I might. There was just one thing missing in my life, and I went hunting for a beautiful, young, and trendy girlfriend. Hope springs eternal.Hope was her name.We met at the top of Mt. Si on a Saturday afternoon, looking across the lowlands toward Puget Sound. We hiked back down the mountain together and shared a drink at a cozy North Bend watering hole. Much to my surprise and delight, we spent the night in my trendy, downtown apartment. Smart, funny, and beautiful, Hope was twelve years my junior; but.