“Well, what have we here,” she said while worming her fingers underneath the waist of my jeans.She tugged down the denim and my boxers at the same... time, and gasped as she revealed my cock. I was only about half hard because of how nervous I was.Ms. Goldwyn moaned and said, “Good heavens.” She continued to yank my jeans down my legs and said, “Where on earth have you been hiding this? And you’re not even hard yet.”The way she was staring at my dick was rapidly changing that. She moaned again and. Drink and fuck.”“True,” I pushed her legs far apart so her knees were almost touching the table and began a slow deep rhythm. “When did you fuck him?”“Twice this afternoon,” she began rolling her hips against my inserted dick and began grabbing the edge. “How did he taste? He came inside me just like you will.”“You are a nasty one, aren’t you sweetness?”“You better believe it.” She put her hands around my neck and sat up. Then, wrapping her legs around, me she stuck her tongue in my mouth.. I was told to sit there untiltold otherwise. I did not sit long. A latino came in before long, and broke intoa smile at seeing a buxom blond sitting at the bar. He said a fewwords to the girl behind the bar and placed some bills on the bar. Shepointed to him, then me, then a room at the rear of the building. Herlast motion could not be mistaken, a finger pushing in and out of thecircled fingers of her other hand. The man grabbed my arm as I slid off the stool, and led me to theback. Nan and I were married two years after the divorce from Helen was final and that marriage also lasted seven years. It ended one day when I came home and found that I had been replaced by a cult. They called it a religion, but as far as I was concerned the Jehovah Witnesses were a cult of wackos. When Nan could not convince me to join them the marriage was effectively over, the final straw being when she called me a godless heathen. The divorce started out civil enough; we sat down and divided.