But here he was.“Hey”, he smiled at me, dropped his bag at the door. “Hey.” I sat up in bed, pulled my legs up to my chest. Thoughts racing th...ough my head I could just stare at him. Why was he here? What should I do? What did he expect from me?With a sigh he sat down on my bed. “We need to talk, MacDonald.” I just nodded. Should I be grateful for that? That he had the decency to tell me in person that our friendship was over? Maybe.“You did not pick up the phone, you did not come.” he sounded. Just before I bent over for my shot, I whispered to him, “I bet the fat end of that pool cue would feel really good in my pussy. Why don’t you see if it will fit!” Then I bent over, exposing my pussy and ass to everyone in the bar. Well, my opponent (his name turned out to be Jill) took me at my word, and I felt something hard enter my well- lubricated pussy. I stopped trying to line my shot up and lowered my elbows onto the pool table. “Give me a little more,”. What a far cry that was from 1860, I grinned as I recalled that the Palmetto State had the dubious distinction of being the first ever state to secede from the Union back then.“Mind if I join you?” I heard a rather feminine voice as a very tall and elegant woman joined me in the dining car.“By all means, ma’am,” I smiled at her and caught sight of her chestnut locks as well as her dark green eyes.“Juliette Charbonneau,” she returned my smile somewhat awkwardly, “the shaved head is rather. I felt my skirt was lifted up to my waist, his hand was squeezing my ass cheeks. Then he pulled away from me, but just briefly.I gasped and almost screamed aloud when I felt him opening his zipper. Then his hard hot cockhead was between my ass cheeks. I could feel my cotton thong drenched in my own warm juices. He shifted his cock lower, and I felt it sliding between my legs, then, rubbing my pussy. My legs nearly buckled at that. And then, feeling like a whore, I spread my tighs for him..