It was actually in Minnesotathat I found my favorite bar, Jon's Sports Bar. I stop in everyFriday and Saturday night. During football season I stopocc...sionally on Sundays. I've become one of the regulars.Flirting with the barmaids, joking with John the bartender andeven giving the owner Kathi a hard time about how bad theVikings football team was. You wouldn't figure Kathi for a sports girl, though openinga sports bar would be your first clue. She was about 5'5" andmaybe 100 pounds. She had. Slowly, the spurts from my penis diminished, and I could feel just some drops sliding slowly on my shaft. Her body was still shacking a little, but visibly less than a few seconds ago. Gently, her middle finger left my anus, and a sudden sensation of emptiness hit me. I almost asked her to inserted it back. But I was exhausted, I couldn't say a word.Mali was in a state not much better than mine. She let herself fall, laying down with her head between my legs, crushing gently our penises. I had pushed myself harder than I had ever done before. I did not think I could have done the things I had done tonight. However, the fact it was fueled by my rage made me question its usefulness. I did not see myself getting that angry in every battle and the strain on my body was immense. I found myself fighting to stay awake only a few moments later and could not win the battle.I woke to find myself in a familiar cave. It was the one that I had shared with Lillian a short time ago. The fire. She hadn't realized she was gripping that hard until her fingers started to go numb. She was just so pissed at Tom.She had waited up for him last night when he went out with his friends. Before Tom got home one of her girlfriends had called her and told her she saw him coming out of a strip club. They had a huge argument when he finally got home, and he eventually admitted that he had not only gone to the strip club, but had bought a private dance and gotten a hand job in the VIP room. That was.