My erection, dwindling because what I was contemplating did nothing for me, lay along her crack. I knew she still wanted me, which was probably why sh...e moved, but I chose to direct my attention to her cheeks instead.With one hand in the middle of her back to keep her pinned, I used my other hand to swat her right cheek.She winced with pain. I watched her face, looking for any sign she was ready to talk. "Tell me," I said and swatted her again.She jumped slightly and whimpered, but like before. I felt myself getting a little turned on watching.A bald black guy came up to the bar, ordered a drink, then looked at me and asked if I wanted one too. I said sure, and he got me another rum and coke. We talked for a bit while the alcohol settled in. His name was James, and I told him it was my first time at the bar.He grinned, “You want to dance for a bit“ He asked.I thought for a moment, “Sure” I said, as I slammed my drink. I think the alcohol answered for me.We went out to the middle. Staring at his massive prick that was starting to swell, Babs suddenly wondered if she could get him to fuck her."And I'll bet you're really disappointed because my mom isn't here," Babs said with a sexy smile."What makes you say that?" Because you came over to fuck her," she giggled, spreading her legs wide apart so her naked little pussy was brazenly displayed to him."What?" he gasped, the sight of her naked young cunt making his prick swell more rapidly."I said you must be disappointed that. I feel like I know you so well. Can you prove to me that I’m not dreaming?” She kissed him. “I still don’t believe you,” Emily pinched him hard beneath the sheets and he jumped. “Okay, okay, I believe you.” xxx Jack had been waiting for Emily. Each night in the bars he had sung, “Stranded in St Louis, Baby’s down in New Orleans,” And this was not factually true. He had never left England. But it was soulfully true, and it hurt. He had always waited for Emily. On the trains home he had.