Just thinking about it was making the blood rush to my cock. I hoped she was wearing those stockings again. I reached the dark and echoing corridors o...f the gym and broke into a jog, nearing the music room at last. No one would be here today, on the last week before Christmas. A grin spread across my face. What music we would be making, I wondered. At last I found the music room and the light was on behind the door. My heart jumped in my chest and my cock throbbed. I barrelled through the door,. There were several items on the menu I liked the look of, but as usual I went for the steak-and-ale pie. They do a fantastic steak-and-ale pie. Jasmine chose the lasagne and Anna and Susan both wanted salmon. We found a table and sat to wait for our meals."Pretty barmaid," my wife commented, looking at me meaningfully."Aye, that she is," I replied. "Bright, too. Katie, doing an architecture degree at Manchester." Her eyebrows rose and she opened her mouth to speak, but I added, "and not a patch. My sex-starved libido soon became obsessed with the idea of walking into Pat's Place and walking out with Wendy or one of her friends. I had seen a lot of ladies of the evening hanging around bars in the Quarter, but they had all seemed too hard-edged, or old, or unattractive, for me to even think about renting their bodies. But Pat's girls were different, not exactly the kind you want to take home to Mom, but definitely the kind that Dad would have liked.I began to hang out at Pat's. I was. "Don't you want me to do Mary Ann with you?" She looked hurt, as if rejection was new to her."Why don't you put the raincoat back on? It must be chilly wearing only that," I urged."Is this what's wrong? I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to wear a skirt and blouse but this is all I had. I'm sorry, I did it wrong?"I picked up the raincoat and handed it to the girl. "its okay, Mary Ann was a long time ago. I've almost forgotten about that." I'll do the milking thing. Just tell me what to do. We.