I just sat on the bar stool, crossing my legs and having my drank. A few minutes later, a man approached me and asked if he could sit next to me. Th...s man was a little overweight, about 50 but otherwise pleasent looking. I motioned to the stool and said go ahead and have a seat. He introduced himself and said he was a regular in the bar and had never seen me. I told him I was from out of town and just here for business. He made a joke about the "business", glancing at my legs. I laughed. I then sensed him stepping around behind me. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled. I mustered up my courage and turned to face the man, expecting to see an angry, jealous face. Instead, he was smiling broadly. “Are you mad?” I asked. “Mad?” The man laughed, adjusting his towel around his waist. “Hell, no! Why would I be mad?” I thought I’d melt in relief. That much must have been obvious. “’Cuz I thought guys got jealous when you looked at their wives or girlfriends.” “Only. I grab hold of your bottom and lift you up, instinctively you rap your legs around my back locking your feet together to hold you in place and throwing your arms around my shoulder so you are clinging onto me as if your life depended on it, this allows me to pull your panties to one side and direct the head of my thick engorged cock to your moist pussy entrance. As the tip parts your lips and slowly fills you up I push you up against the tree giving me enough leverage to be able to thrust. Mrs. Bell couldn't wait any longer. I could tell she was bursting to ask me something, and I suspected it was all about Colleen and me. She hovered around for a little while, then went for my juggler. "Brian, what were you, Rebecca, and Colleen up to the last two nights? I know she's grown up and independent, but I am still her mother, and I worry about you both."Mr. Bell spoke before I could answer. "Millie, you leave Brian alone about his relationships. He is the finest young man I've ever.