The place was pretty deserted, she saw while parking her car, so she figured she and Kathleen wouldn't be staying there very long.The hostess let her ...in the door, and she looked around the small, poorly-lit bar. Two other patrons were in the place-- one, an older guy wearing a golf hat, was watching the Chicago Bulls lose to the Detroit Pistons; the other, a greasy-looking fellow in a shirt with some auto-mechanic insignia on it, was in a corner booth with three glasses of some clear alcoholic. My fingers slipped past her pucker ring down to her pussy from behind. As gently as my lust allowed, I again felt her labia between my fingers. With my forefinger I found her slit damp and without difficulty inserted it into her up to the first knuckle. My finger tip was warm and wet inside her and I felt her arch her back, her leg pulling me closer to her. She moaned again and her cheek on my arm turned and her mouth opened on the crook of my elbow and like she was kissing someone on the. Life was a slut. And Karma is a bitch. And in general the world is unfair. She had already told all this to the bartender in the small pub behind the train station for the fourth time. And he bravely let the story be told. "Another beer and one of those cherry... thing... stuff... drink!" Katie slurred over the counter. Her long, unkempt light brown hair fell into her face. The bartender rolled his eyes inwardly, but finished the drinks. She watched as two more drinks were added to her tab kind. "Good enough for you miss?" "And you Mick?" I said looking at him. "I doubt if you could match Craig for size." Men love a dick size challenge. "Bullshit!" He said taking the bait. He whipped his shorts down and grabbed his cock. "How about this then." "Hard to say from here." I said. My pussy was tingling as I watched him stroke his cock. "And what about you two." I said to James and Jono. "You won't be seeing anything until I've seen it all." My nipples were firming against my.