And in that sad, dark and beautiful place, I have reached the age where I, too, alone on the old red Naugahide stool and sipping my bourbon over ice, ...blend into the archaic world of Harry's.As the night continued and we drained the bottle, Sandy moved from sitting across the table, to sitting on the same side, to sliding against me, making hip to hip contact. We displayed too much intimacy for mere friendship or family. Our fingers interlocked. We silenced all conversation, staring through the. Her juices beganto flow and her taste filled my mouth. I ran my tonguethe full length of her pussy, her lips so swollen nowand her clit as hard as rock. I knew it wouldn’t belong before she came.I slipped my fingers into her, she moaned and pushedher hips towards me to gain the full length of myslender fingers. I increased the pressure on her clitand for a split second she fell silent before she letout a scream of pleasure and a gush of warm cum down myfingers.I looked up and smiled with. He and I hit it off well and my mood became romanticthanks, I suspect, to the alcohol. It was after midnight when Jane andher guy went back to his apartment. My date offered to walk me home. Hegot invited up to my room (how did that happen?). Our rooms were laidout with two bedrooms, a bathroom and study area. Actually tiny, butseparate rooms offered some privacy. We exchanged good-byes and I kissedhim goodnight and went to the bathroom. When I returned I stripped offmy dress, bra and heels.. His use of the term 'bitch' didn't confuse Vyagar since Dale had often referred to her as that on prior occasions. Vyagar had even been picking up on some of Dale's other mannerisms of speech. "One bitch's abode coming right up!" Vyagar replied.Dale was sitting in the leather recliner in his den when the holographic image appeared in front of him. "Good thing the door is closed!" he thought to himself as he gazed upon the holograph. Even with the money she had squeezed out of Dale, he couldn't.