He also liked the attention she gave him, even if it was only to get a good tip.There was a woman sitting several stools over from him, and they way s...he kept looking over at David, he could tell that she wanted him to invite her to sit with him and buy her a drink. She wasn't bad looking, and David guessed that she was in her late thirties to early forties. It was also pretty obvious that she was well on her way to a good drunk. "The local bar fly," he mumbled, before taking a sip of his. Your wife went in the bathroom. I guess she didn't want to be in the same room with me." How did you get in here? I told her never to let you in." Easy there Dad," I said in a sarcastic voice. "I pushed my way in since she wasn't going to let me in. Hell, I've only been here five minutes. I'll be damned if I was going to sit on the porch like a dog."I took my beer and went over to sit on the couch. "What do you want Milton?" dad asked."Look, I was coming this way to order some cycle parts. I. The old man's emotions swung like a pendulum, one minute, he was begging, “I can't cum any more … please stop!” While the very next minute he would scream, “Let me cum … Let me cum … for God's sake … Let me cum!” After about fifteen minutes of milking his ass dry, Cindy brought the shot-glass up to his face and he was amazed to see that it was three quarters full. “Don't you dare stop until this is full … you pathetic loser, or I make you scream like a two dollar whore.” she whispered into his. He’d been good at sex, thatwas something. No, not good, amazing. He’d only been her second, buthe’d blown her away the first time they’d fucked and.. well, everytime after that as well. His appetite had been insatiable, perfectlymatching her own. That may have been the only thing they had incommon, she thought to herself.Now it had been three months. Three months since she’d had anythinginside her that didn’t run on batteries. She laid back against thesoft covers, remembering the feeling.